I think my teenagers are sloths...for real. According to Wikipedia..Sloths move only when necessary and even then very slowly..sleeping from 15 to 18 hours each day...Yep, I think these two teenage boys living in my home are sloths. I'm going to get them checked at their next physical.
I swear I have never met two more slow moving kids. One takes his time to get dressed; he's up over two hours before he has to leave for school...to look at himself repeatedly..and yet he forgets his lunch and is literally running out of the door at the last minute each day. The other one gets up 30 minutes before he has to be on the bus and takes his time with every.single.thing....and then casually strolls downstairs in order to find something to eat at 7:59 when he has to be on the bus at 8 am.
I don't know how my mother did it..and I was her kid that gave her the teenage "tude"..the angst ridden frowns and brooding that would last for days. I think that God creates teenagers as a payback for the "sins of your youth"...in other words..the stuff you put your own parents through.
Of course I love my children. I love seeing them smile..love hearing them laugh...the sound of "Ma..or Mama" gets me each time...but I swear I'm learning patience, tolerance and how to pray when dealing with the absent mindness that accompanies adolescence...the ability to play a video game or watch tv for 12 hours straight...and then stare at you blankly when they're reminded of chores.
I'm calling my mother right now....I owe her dinner..at the very least...
till the next time...
Egypt
I swear I have never met two more slow moving kids. One takes his time to get dressed; he's up over two hours before he has to leave for school...to look at himself repeatedly..and yet he forgets his lunch and is literally running out of the door at the last minute each day. The other one gets up 30 minutes before he has to be on the bus and takes his time with every.single.thing....and then casually strolls downstairs in order to find something to eat at 7:59 when he has to be on the bus at 8 am.
I don't know how my mother did it..and I was her kid that gave her the teenage "tude"..the angst ridden frowns and brooding that would last for days. I think that God creates teenagers as a payback for the "sins of your youth"...in other words..the stuff you put your own parents through.
Of course I love my children. I love seeing them smile..love hearing them laugh...the sound of "Ma..or Mama" gets me each time...but I swear I'm learning patience, tolerance and how to pray when dealing with the absent mindness that accompanies adolescence...the ability to play a video game or watch tv for 12 hours straight...and then stare at you blankly when they're reminded of chores.
I'm calling my mother right now....I owe her dinner..at the very least...
till the next time...
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