My forgetter's getting better , But my rememberer is broke To you that may seem funny But , to me , that is no jokeFor when I'm 'here' I'm wondering If I really should be 'there' And , when I try to think it through , I haven't got a prayer! Oft times I walk into a room , Say 'what am I here for?' I wrack my brain , but all in vain! A zero , is my score. At times I put something away Where it is safe , but , Gee! The person it is safest fromIs , generally , me! When shopping I may see someone , Say 'Hi' and have a chat , Then , when the person walks away I ask myself , 'who the hell was that?' Yes , my forgetter's getting better While my rememberer is broke , And it's driving me plumb crazy And that isn't any joke.
Ha, this seems to be the nursery rhyme of the day where Aaron is concerned. Let me tell you at my age I would seem to have a ready excuse when forgetful. But at nine??????? Day in and day out our son when questioned about his chores just seems to go blank as if not understanding the question. It's almost comical to watch. Eyes goes blank, you can see the wheels spinning in his mind. Beads of sweat are pooling as if the answer determined the differance between the million dollar or thousand dollar prize. Shifting of the feet, squirming around then finally the requestion....what? Hello, I am speaking english here right. Perhaps I need to learn to speak pokemon. Act like the high commander who issues a charge to the hero.
I don't get it because he remembers to eat, he has the Disney Channel guide memorized better than the ABC's. But let it come around to feeding the dogs and he loves his dogs dearly. Just not at breakfast or dinner. And it's not just chores, it's his daily rountine in general.
Maybe it's the age I need to ask Dr. Spock about that. But omg you let me forget soccer practice and fall one minute behind my normal routine of starting dinner. Watch out universe.....the enemy has attacked. All is not well in Kansas. I think I'll go on strike!
I can't remember if Jeremy and Cameron were as such although Aaron has himself convinced they were. I think that's his defense. So here is where mom goes into the meltdown that things he's been doing for a while now aren't chores, but it's routine, it repetitive. And of course being my child and I can't fault him for this but he pops off in response " you say that mom cause your not picking up doggie poo".
Ok now can we say the Exorcist. Now who's eyes are rolling into the back of their head. Steam blowing out of places, burning the skin off my faces as my head rotates in a full 360 and just when the demon is about to come out; it's dad to the rescue.
Honey, honey calm down. Calm down did you hear that. The law says we can't beat our kids, but it doesn't say anything about me sending him to school dressed like Steve Urkel, taking his T.V and feeding him inmate rations for the rest of his life. I start scrubbing the laminate off the kitchen counter because right now it's the safest thing to do and I can hear Brian telling Aaron how poor of a choice that he made. You know that same ol speech that I probably heard a thousand times myself as a kid. All the while my conversation is running thru my mind like an old movie reel on a Saturday night. Then it hits me just how funny it did sound coming from my child. He can't remember to do his chores, but he can firmly stand his ground in his expression of dislike of doggie chore.
So little man comes to apologize, we have our calm and rational speech of how I'm teaching him to be responsible and such. These are things that are really teaching him how to be a better adult and we finish our night watching a movie on T.V. Later as Aaron is now asleep Brian and I are in the kitchen just laughing over the situation when I look out the back door into the yard. Bada bing, bada boom what do I see but several right there in your face little piles of proof that we have dogs and once again.........Aaron has not done his chore.
UUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHH, I silently scream as the steam engines start to chug.
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