I don't know if this is a tween thing, or a boy thing, or just a DSS thing, but ever since my DSS came back home from spending a summer with his mother, our house (and our lives to a certain extent!) has been a disaster area.
First off, DSS is asked to participate in chores during the week-end, and as usual, he tries to go too fast or to take shortcuts, so instead of carrying one glass jar in each hand, he grabs 5 at once and drops one on the ground, sending thousands of shards of glass all over the kitchen floor (with DD playing on the floor nearby...).
Next, he breaks the roller blinds I painstakingly cut and put up in his room.
Next, he forgets the bus pass loaned to him by my DH's boss, in the men's washroom at my office. Right before we're about to get on the subway to go pick up DD, he "realizes" that he's forgotten it and so I need to drop everything and RUN like crazy back to my office to get the pass and then RUN back to the subway and RUN to the daycare to avoid paying the late fees (ahem, 5$/minute after 5:10 p.m.)...
Next, he breaks yet another glass jar in the kitchen.
Next, he forgets his schedule at home and ends up arriving late to class several times because of it.
Next, he burns himself on the side of the rotisserie oven...
And the list goes on and on and on...
And he's only been back home for a week! Now, I love my DSS and I'm glad to see him back, but he's like a walking tornado suddenly and it's hard to deal with sometimes!
First off, DSS is asked to participate in chores during the week-end, and as usual, he tries to go too fast or to take shortcuts, so instead of carrying one glass jar in each hand, he grabs 5 at once and drops one on the ground, sending thousands of shards of glass all over the kitchen floor (with DD playing on the floor nearby...).
Next, he breaks the roller blinds I painstakingly cut and put up in his room.
Next, he forgets the bus pass loaned to him by my DH's boss, in the men's washroom at my office. Right before we're about to get on the subway to go pick up DD, he "realizes" that he's forgotten it and so I need to drop everything and RUN like crazy back to my office to get the pass and then RUN back to the subway and RUN to the daycare to avoid paying the late fees (ahem, 5$/minute after 5:10 p.m.)...
Next, he breaks yet another glass jar in the kitchen.
Next, he forgets his schedule at home and ends up arriving late to class several times because of it.
Next, he burns himself on the side of the rotisserie oven...
And the list goes on and on and on...
And he's only been back home for a week! Now, I love my DSS and I'm glad to see him back, but he's like a walking tornado suddenly and it's hard to deal with sometimes!
