It’s hard to admit this, but I don’t take criticism or correction well. I tend to get a wee bitdefensive when someone brings my faults to light.
|Mom brain = A lemon on my bathroom counter? WTF?
8 year old Boy brain = I have this lemon in my hand. I don’t want it anymore. I’ll just put it here.
|Mom brain = Why is my exfoliating brush in Nate’s room?
8 year old Boy brain = Cool brush! I want to carry it everywhere. I‘ll just put it here.
|Mom brain = Befuddled
10 year old Boy brain = I don’t see the problem?
|This was such a hot mess I couldn’t find a place to add text to the picture.
I think even my 10 year old would agree he missed the mark
when told to “put the laundry away.”
|I think Nate has watched the movie “Signs” a few too many times.
Mom brain = Confused
8 year old Boy brain = I might get REALLY thirsty.
Alien brain = Oh no, not water!
(See the movie & you’ll get that^^^ joke.)
|Mom brain = Why is my exfoliating brush on the stairs?
8 year old Boy brain = Cool brush. Let’s take it downstairs. I’ll just put it here.
|Mom brain = He can’t remember to put his shoes away or clear his plate…?
8 year old Boy brain = I love post-its!
So Dick, after a week of careful observations, I’ve come to the following conclusion: While you might like to leave the seat up, it’s my ass that’s falling in the bowl at 2 a.m. So I’m going to continue whining until the seat is down, my exfoliating brush is left where it belongs, the milk lid is actually on the milk, I can find a water glass in the cupboard and there are no freaking lemons on my bathroom counter! You’ll be happy to know I’ve given up on the toilet paper, though. Enjoy your victory.
Logic is in the eye of the beholder.
That’s just my normal.