Motherhood & Spring Break

The worst Sunday of all... the last day of Spring Break.At about 5:00 pm my son repeatedly sits down by me at random moments to lament about school tomorrow. Poor kid. I assure him that he will endure this agony and survive to see another Friday evening.

A fourteen year old boy doesn't do a lot on spring break. He stays up late and sleeps late. I remember those days, they were near perfection. And I don't pressure him to do much, nothing strenuous.

He has already heard that next year, high school freshman, he will have baseball practice every day of spring break and he's dreading it. An entitlement child, I know I'm wrong for creating one, I just didn't realize I was doing it as I was doing it. I thought I said "no" at the right times, I thought I had taught him how to save and to work.

The one thing he did accomplish was Surprise! the Xbox. He's killed lots of zombies and watched others live streaming while they kill lots of zombies. He has also begun watching some zombie killing series on Netflix, it's one of the popular ones, you know the name... Anyway, lots of zombie killing for spring break.

I suggested a book. Ha Ha. HA. Maybe if it had been about killing zombies.

I'm not going to complain that he didn't do chores because he is very good at doing whatever I ask of him and in a timely manner, pretty much immediately, he says it's so that he doesn't forget. One of the gazillion things that I love about him. I wonder if i got plates, glasses, silverware with zombies on them if he would put them in the dishwasher to kill them. Hmm...

Hilariously (tongue in cheek) since he doesn't have siblings he has no one to pick on. Therefore he pesters me endlessly. Normally we go through at least a half hour of it after school every day. But on these long weeks off, I get an overload of pestering. He will get bored of zombie killing, come out of his room, stalking me, finding me, to only ask me lots of silly questions and then argue with me over the answers just for his entertainment.

If I were to fix him every meal, he would eat whatever I made. But at fourteen I believe he can manage on his own for breakfast and lunch. His eating habits during this week are abysmal. I think he eats snack foods around 10:00 am and again around 2:00 pm. Not healthy.

About parenting.com discusses the need for routines and rules with this newly found young man in our house. I get it, I make him wear a coat to school on cold days. But I need to get more consistent on things like, he needs to help cook one meal a week with me. Thereby seeing food as a source of energy. He needs to read more at home, at least a fourth of the amount of time he spends on electronics. He needs to help clean the yard or gutters so that he knows how to maintain his own home one day.

I know he will be a person who is strong of heart, I just need to get him to be strong on responsibility too.