I was in the kitchen making cabbage rolls and I had to prescribe a time-out for myself! Now I'm in my bedroom, it's so serene, surfing BetterMost. My son was just goofing off, blabbering, singing snippets of songs, taking stuff out of the fridge, and blowing off steam. Pretty soon, I realized my nerves were completely shot!!
Earlier he wanted to go shop for clothes, so Ms. Pocketbook...me...agreed to go with him. But not before he cleaned up the area directly in front of the front door, which looked like an extension of his bedroom. I would not have the courage to open the front door if anybody rang!! My son's reply after just goofing off for 30 minutes was to tell me to tell him when we would leave for the clothing store, so he could clean everything up 30 seconds before that. I hit the roof and said, that's it, I'm not going with you. Go by yourself. So, then he got his guitar and started playing "Where do the children play?" by Cat Stevens, singing like, well, Cat Stevens. Even though he melted my heart, I couldn't resist asking him to add a chorus saying "Where do the adults play?"