Number One has been exceptionally assholish lately. If you think it’s inappropriate to call an 11 year-old an asshole… well, you are probably right…. but since I’m out of the running for 2012′s Mother of the Year, I’m just gonna roll with it.
I won’t get into details and specifics, but basically if Number One could adult-nap Seven and run away.. just the two of them forever…he would be a happy camper. His brothers and I are nothing more than a spur in his saddle. Especially me.
Ya’ll know I have a bit of a temper. I also have little patience and a very low threshold for bullshit. That combined with Number One’s recent acceleration of assholishness has made for a very trying week.
But…once again… my evil genius has saved the day. Beginning yesterday afternoon, every time Number One acts a fool, huffs, puffs, sighs, grunts, or storms…… I wait a few minutes…. calmly walk to wherever he is…… and moon him.
Yup. That’s right. Full on moon, complete with the bendover. I told him from now on, everytime he shows his ass, I’m going to show mine. Literally.
I’ll keep you posted as to how my brand new stellar parenting strategy is working. So far, it’s gotten me a reprimand from Seven and giggles and an eye roll from Number One.
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