Portrait of an Awesome 9 Year Old

Scene 1:

I pick the kid up from the after school program one day. He points out some thing on the wall.

“That girl likes  me.”

“Do you like her?”

He runs ahead and gets a drink of water. He looks  up and grins.

“I’m being hard to get!”

“Well, that’s a good thing to be.”

“Hogan (his friend-same age) says to never make eye contact.”

“Hmm…”

 

Scene 2:

He is starting to really get into music and often will listen to Pandora Radio on my phone. Using headphones generally. We were meeting Daddy somewhere that I was just going to hang out in the car for a few minutes.

“Okay, leave my phone here with me.”

“I know.”

Unplugs headphones, but leaves them around his neck.

“I’m going to wear these like this because they make me look awesome!”

 

Scene 3:

…the following morning we’re getting ready for school. He grabs the headphones on the way out the door.

“I need these.”

“What for?”

“To wear.” (The “Duh” here is implied.)

(Also, he lasted half the day before someone told him they weren’t allowed to have those at school. She may not have known that they weren’t attached to anything, though. HIS teacher was fine with it.)

 

Scene 4:

Telling me some story about school goings on…

“Josh is the weirdest kid in my class. I’m second weirdest. Well, I’m tied for second place with Hogan.” Looks up and raises his arm valiantly. “I want to be weirdest!”

Scene 5:

Regarding the girl in scene 1…

“You know the girl who likes me?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, Andrew likes her. And he asked me “How do you make Maggie like you?” and I told him, “I act frickin’ awesome!””

“Well, that is how to get people to like you, by acting awesome.”

“But she doesn’t like me anymore.”

“No?”

“Yeah, today we went in the tower and I told her that I didn’t like her and she said she didn’t anymore either. So I’m letting Andrew have her.”

*Daddy was here for this one.*

“You are, huh? That’s nice of you,” he said dryly.

“Just stepping aside?” I asked.

[Whew! Dangerous love triangle averted!]

 

Scene 6:

Waiting at the bus stop this morning…

“Hogan and I made a pledge. and Cayden too, but he didn’t really because he didn’t raise his right hand but I get to raise my left hand because that’s my good hand. That we wouldn’t like girls until 5th grade.”

Curtain closes on Act I

Six Word Friday: Last

Last week I was fine. Healthy.

This week? The Germy Germingtons came.

I am laid low by snot.

But the fever is gone. Yay!

I think a nap is imminent.

At least the Kid is healthy.

~*~

Last night my son said, “I

know why people snore. It’s

so they don’t hear other things.”
Then he ran to get something

before he got into bed. It

was the industrial ear protection headphones

he uses sometimes during lawnmowing, vacuuming.

“What are those for?”  “The snoring.”

“You can’t wear those to bed.”
“If they were the blue ones,

I could!”

~*~

More Six Word fun with Melissa

The 5 o’clock Blues

This was the conversation we had just before my son shut the door of the car to go get on the bus this morning:

me: have a good day
him: leave me alone! You’re making my day miserable

Neither of us are morning people. But I’m old enough to know it’s me not “them.” That’s why I get up first…it leads to a much more pleasant exchange of a morning. Plus it allows me to remember all the little things we need to do to get out the door in time for us to get out the door on time, mostly. We need to be down at the bus stop at a quarter till seven. Much like myself, it takes the Little Dude a few minutes to wake up and get functioning. So, in order for us to get the day started with minimum bloodshed, I wake him up at 5:30.

I feel awful doing it. Probably from years of traumatic memories of having to be dragged out of bed to go to school. I hate waking anybody up-ever. But especially the little guys. I remember, and still believe, that you DON’T WAKE THE BABY! He’s still my baby and I hate to do that to him and to me.

My alarm goes off at five o’clock.

Generally, I wake up in a bit of a panic. First, because I totally, completely, and terribly abhor alarms. I have always preferred a radio alarm to the kind that beeps. Unfortunately I live out here in the country where the radio signal isn’t always reliable. I’ve had a few mornings where the station that was loud and clear the night before when I set the alarm was nowhere to be found when it was supposed to be there waking me up. I have reluctantly switched to the beep setting. Second, I jump up  to turn off the alarm before it wakes anybody else up. This isn’t really as big an issue as my sleep fogged brain would have me believe, but what are you going to do about that?

The one bit of good news about my alarm going off is that it isn’t my husband’s alarm. He’s hard of hearing and also hard of waking. When he shops for an alarm, he tries them out to find the loudest he can find. I’m pretty sure it’s the loudest bedside alarm ever made. Someday it’s going to go off and I won’t get up because my heart has exploded from the shock. Really, it is loud.

My alarm goes off at 5 because I need a few minutes of nobody around me before I can pretend to be the friendly person that I turn into later in the day. My mother is a morning person. One of those people who pop up at 4 in the morning bustling with a chipper energy that’s guaranteed to rub the rest of us the wrong way at that time of day.

I used to hate it when she would come in to wake me up with a sing-songie, “Rise and Shine!” It took her (and me, I suppose) years to figure out that she needed to pretty much leave me alone in the morning.

I am not nearly so chipper in morning hours, but I am better at playing the game than the Little Dude is. I’m sure he’ll get better as he gets older, but for now we just have to suffer though it until they start up a second school shift. (Please!?!)

How about you? Are you a morning person? A night owl? What about the people you live with? Do you match with them or do you have to find ways to tolerate each other?

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Today I am grateful that there was no reason for the other alarm to go off , that we had strawberries (nothing like a little surprise in your cereal to help the morning suck less), that our soccer game tonight got postponed (we’re just tired this week), that our new teacher is not assigning homework this week, and, as usual, coffee!