Let me just start by saying I really love my son. Like beyond words, he has always been the apple of my eye. The calm to my storm, anddd my favorite human to snuggle. His voice is calm and he always knew just the right thing to say. He is 9 1/2 and there is a definitely a shift going on.
It’s called, now I fucking get it. They are litcherally allllll the same. Every last one of them. Including my son! So for all the ladies reading this that were always wondering, what’s the magic age that guys sort of just become assholes, it’s between 9 and 10. Your perfect vision of “not my son” or of why your husband may be a tad bit flawed and blaming it on his mom, alll out the window. It’s just Men are from Mars Women are from Venus type real life shit.
I was trying to tell my 9 yr old about a play in the Mets game last night that he fell asleep watching in bed with my husband while I was busy cleaning the kitchen, prepping for the morning, and getting the girls to bed. When I was done with all my nightly duties, I moseyed into my room to find my darling 9yr old passed out. Being the amazing selfless mom I am, I carried him like a new bride to his bed and tucked him in so he wouldn’t wake. I then returned to bed and was just about to turn the tv off and Pete Alonso hit a homerun.
At breakfast this morning with my already grumpy 9yr old, I told him about it. Thinking he would be excited or crack a smile while eating his homemade French toast I made for him using his favorite cinnamon raisin bread. No, he proceeded to tell me he saw it, and it only brought in two runs. I then being a Woman frantically found my phone to prove his, know it all little boy ass wrong in a very motherly soft, but condescending tone. I read the headline which completely validates what I actually saw while he was tucked sweetly into his bed. He still disagrees.
I felt like I was having a discussion with my husband or any other guy who actually thinks he’s right when you know they are wrong and are showing them the actual facts. This is the beginning, I litcherally walked away and was all like, “I can’t even talk to you anymore.” Real tears were building up in my eyes. I couldn’t believe it, my first baby, he was talking back. 😫 I haven’t cried since my birthday. Actually that’s a lie, I watched this movie with the kids the other day called, DOG. It was really sad and I totally cried. Channing what’s his face is it, no clue. He’s so hot and is probably better off without a name. I’m sure he’s a know it all asshole too.
Point being. They are all the same. Even my poor precious gorgeous green eyed son. I will help him to realize it’s ok to be wrong and I will always apologize when I am wrong. Not sure it will make a difference but I’ll never stop trying. I get to love him for the rest of our lives. He’s definitely on my shit list today though hence a man hating post before 9am.
This is 40ish 