Night clings and the morning scramble

(Pardon the spelling error that may occur)

Last night when my son came home from his treatment he seemed fine. Not talkative, per say but required a lot of attention. First it was he wanted to take pictures of himself holding the camera and me take a picture of him holding the camera taking a picture of himself.

Okay so once the rapid cycle photo shoot was over, he wanted to play a video game. Which I didn't have a problem with, other than the fact he would want me to watch him play, and commentator what he was doing. I find it extremely boring to watch people play video games it like watching grandmother nit a shirt, not exciting.

So I watch him play his racing game for about 15mins. I give him the ooo's and ahhh's he was looking for. I then said " okay I am going to work on my drawing for a little bit, but you can continue playing your game." then my son replied "but mom you need to see this car, look at the rims, how much do you think they would cost? I tell him more than what I can afford, so just play your game.

NOOOOOOOOOO we can't play the game even though I am in the same room, I have to watch every moment. So I tell my son if you can't play your game without me watching then you need to quit the game. Ah Ha he stopped, he even turned off the game without so much as a sigh.

This is where the clings begin. I ask him "why are you standing over me?" Why are you following me around? My son of course responds " I am not following you around. Which is a game he likes to play so it is my turn, I tell him " If I were to suddenly stop you would run right into me, so explain to me how that is not following me around. He shrugs his shoulders.

When my son gets really clingly there is usually something wrong, so I ask him what was bothering him his response was I don't know. What that mean in teen translation is "I don't trust you to talk about." So I give him a hug and ask him what he would like to do. Now mind you I am trying to complete a drawing for work that has taken me 4 hours to do and I still have much to go, but my son comes first.

My son decides he just wants to talk, nothing major just day to day things and jokes he has heard. What comes out in this conversation is that school that he hates soooooo much, is going to miss the friends that wont be going to his high school next year. I don't spend a lot of time of this subject because men have a tendency when talking about feelings to loose interest and start hearing your valuable information as bale blah blah, yackity smackity.

It is bed time and again it is the medieval war. I am not tired, is the war cry, and I am is the chant. So my little angel falls asleep about 1am, and I turn around and get up at 6:30 ( no wonder I am starting to find gray hairs, the color is falling off due to little sleep) again this morning was "time to get up... Come on the bus will be in 10mins......I don't know where you put your shoes and no they are not in my butt...... Okay the bus will be here in 2 mins..... My son quit telling me the time mom you are overwhelming me.... I run down the stairs to see if the bus is here and low and behold it is so I ring the buzzer on the door and my son comes down and tells me to quit rushing him, I blow him a kiss and tell him to have a great day, he responds "Yeah whatever" but though I am fustrated I am relieved I wasn't given the middle finger salute ( which I doubt he will do that to me anytime soon, but that was a different disfunctional day)

I am happy that my son though in baby steps is showing improvement.
It still amazes me how much he has changed in 6 years, and I haven't fallen over, passed out or had a heart attack. But the day is young.

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