Monday, March 16, 2009

crab, crabby, crabbier

What is worse than a crabby me?
A crabbier child-I don't know if the age of 10 is going to be a good age, the closer we get the more moody someone in this house gets. I am hoping it is the never ending cough he has had or a phase, or something-some kind of excuse for the snippity, moody, drama that hangs over him like a cloud. Weird part is the next minute he is nice as pie grrrrrrrrr and double grrrrrrrrr

5 comments:

Karen said...

It's got to be hormones, Cher. It happens over here, too. Just try not to strangle him. :-)

cherk said...

ahhhh see how can KNOW that so far away:)Last night was so pleasant, I think the next two weeks until my orals will be like eternal PMS for everyone around here:)

Karen said...

I will be praying, for the orals and for the hormone boy. Pray for mine, too, he told me yesterday that I always bug him after school and sometimes he JUST DOESN'T WANT TO TALK.

:-(

Chris said...

Man, that does NOT sound like fun! Hang in there, and hold on to the good sweet moments.

cherk said...

Karen-I love that, I keep forgetting I have a BOY, and the male persuasion are not into verbal exchanges as much as the rest of us and they sometimes need to just do nothing. I had to laugh when I reread your comment-his hormones or MINE:)