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Help I can’t find my son’s bedroom floor

I recently wrote about my son Joe Cool, who suffered his first break up back in February.  The Ginger really stomped on his heart, and he was crushed. She started dating another boy with in a week or so and that just added more injury to my poor Joe Cool’s heartbreak!  Since then things for poor Joe Cool have gone from bad to worse.

I have always done the best I can with my boys.  I am NOT a perfect mother by any means, and I have made TONS of mistakes.  However, I have always been very good about talking with my kids, and explaining things before I lose my cool, and I have always tried to reason with them.  I was always able to reason with Joe Cool, that is, until he became a teenager….

That doesn’t surprise me too much.  Joe Cool is not what you would call an “responsible” teenager.  He does not like to do his chores.  He does not like to clean up his room. He does not like to do his homework.  He does not like to take the trash cans out on Wednesdays.  He does not like to put his clothes away.  He does not like to wash his clothes.

Joe Cools room

Which leads any sane parent to the question:  so what DOES Joe Cool like to do???  Well, the answer to that is easy.  He likes to text his friends on his iPod and play Call of Duty on the PS3.  That is about it.  Oh, and sit in his room and play his guitar.

You might be wondering how all of that “does not” attitude affects our household?  I will tell you it affects my relationship with Joe Cool in a negative way.  I never wanted to be “that” mom.  You know the one.  The one who yells at their kids, and says bad words, and sounds like a screaming Mimi. Well, I guess that is a misnomer.  I have not become a screaming Mimi, I have become a screaming mommy!

Joe Cools room, a different angle

I wonder what my neighbors think.  I wonder if they can hear me when the windows are closed.  I am sure they can when the windows are open.  I am at my wits end with this kid.  I have grounded him, taken away the PS3, taken away electronics, yelled, screamed, talked, bribed, begged, cried.  I just don’t know what else to do.  He will be turning 15 tomorrow.  Yes, 15.  For the love of god, he is supposed to get a driving permit in 6 months.  There is NO WAY this kid is ready to get behind the wheel of a car….. especially MY car!

I know there are some people who read this blog who are parents. Some of you may even be the parent of a teenager.  If you are truly lucky you have survived he teenage years, and are parents of a young adult. A responsible young adult.
That is my dream.  My dream is to be a parent of a young adult who is mature, kind, caring, considerate, productive, responsible and NOT living in my house.  Is that really so much to ask for???

If you have successfully traversed the teenage years with your kid, I am open to ANY advice you can give me!

Popsicles and alcohol… mommy’s little helper.

If you are a parent to a kid younger than 13, I will be praying for you!!!!!  And if nothing else, I may end up going back to the idea of pudding shots turned into popsicles.  Summer is right around the corner.  So if you see me eating a homemade chocolate pudding pop, you know why.

6 responses to “Help I can’t find my son’s bedroom floor

  1. I think I commented on this the first time it was on your old blog. I say take all these clothes and put them under lock and key and he has to pay you to get them back or do a chore for each piece. It works, it was done to me when I was a teenager by my mom and I lost most of my babysitting money until I “got it”.

    • Madge,
      I usually just close his door. I prefer to fight about grades and how he conducts himself than his room. This day however, it was particularly nasty and I just couldn’t take it! LOL

    • I did that Madge, it worked for awhile. I have just decided I wold rather “pick” my battles, and grades are higher on the priority list than his room. I just shut the door now.

  2. Are you sure you are not in my house? What you have described here is *EXACTLY* what I deal with on a daily basis with my 16 year old son….right down to not taking out the trash cans. I don’t have any ideas or solutions for you, except to SCREAM right along with you.

    How about those pudding shots? I could use a few right now myself…

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