Last day as a 6-year-old saying sh*t
It’s Jack’s world and I’m just living in it…
Wow that year flew by, eh? Tomorrow I’m supposed to unveil the sh*t my 7-year-old says header, but please don’t hold me to it. I’m working on it I swear, but I’ve been kinda…busy…
Jack’s last meal as a 6-year-old was of course typical Jack style, 2 sushi rolls (eel & yellowtail) followed by vanilla ice cream. With a candle on top. Thanks to my friend Paul at Dao’s restaurant. Yummmmm! The food, not Paul.
Jack: I just want to let you know how rude you’ve been to me the last 6 years of my life. It’s really been stressful.
Jack: I’ve been meaning to tell you.
me: I’ve been rude. To you. For 6 years. Really.
Jack: And sarcastic.
me: Okay fine, sarcastic I’ll give you. How am I rude exactly?
Jack: You tell me I can’t play on the computer a lot and then when I ask nicely you’re all NOOOOOOOO… and stuff like that.
me: You haven’t played on the computer for 6 years. What else ya got?
Jack: Sigh…If I’m on “ready to learn” at school and it’s a very good day you yell at me when I get off the bus or something stupid like that.
me: Don’t use that word please.
Jack: See? It’s all stu—…sorry…
me: You still have to follow my rules. No bad language, no rude behavior, no acting up, and all that. Otherwise yes I will take away computer time.
Jack: This is gonna happen for the next 7 years, I just know it.
me: Well, we’re here. If I’m that rude, maybe we should just go have dinner at home.
Jack: No! I’m just kidding! You’re the best mom! Not rude at all!
me: Nice try. I’m gonna remember that little story. Let’s go in.
Jack: Does this mean I can’t use the computer tomorrow?
And, that was my last meaningful conversation with Jack as a 6-year-old. Thinking back though…for the last 6 birthdays Jack has been EXTREMELY moody and irritable. His 1st birthday was a nightmare because he was alternating between cranky, miserable, crying and then stoic…just watching us intently. Maybe he sensed all the pressure of growing up, even at that young age? I don’t know, but for every single birthday since, he’s gone through some sort of mood shift where he is extra sensitive and touchy to just about everything.
I don’t have the heart to tell him we forgot to do his homework and he’ll have to do it in the morning instead of playing on the computer for 10 minutes. I think I’m gonna have to be rude mom again. I may need backup.