Thursday, October 25, 2007

Teenagers and Whats Considered a Necessity

I guess in all fairness, this could just be something inherently wrong with MY specific teenager. But somehow I doubt it. I think when they hit 13, something short circuits in their brains and doesn't get rewired until their 20's.

My boys are a few years apart. I think I've mentioned that a time or two here. Jock is an all-important Freshman in high school, while Bug is just a lowly 4th grader. Who idolizes his big brother, by the way. Completely and totally. Bug would like nothing more in this world that to turn out EXACTLY like Jock. Does Jock see this as the compliment it actually is? In a word... No. Jock sees this as something that Bug does solely to be the bane of Jock's existence. The thorn in his side. The bump in his road of life. The pile of poo he stepped in. Graphic, yes. On target with the comments Jock actually makes? Totally.

Before Jock got his cell phone, I used to get phone calls at my office telling me what was going on. While bothersome, I could deal with those. They were free, didn't use up any minutes or anything. I even got them to limit them to one or two calls a day, because Mom has a very busy work life and they were going to get in the way of a paycheck that they both agreed was needed if they wanted to continue to enjoy things like a roof over their heads or food in their bellies.

Now? I get text messages from Jock every time Bug does something he has an issue with.

Bug won't turn the TV down.

Bug isn't doing his homework.

Bug blah, blah, blah....

You get the drift. I should mention here that our texting plan is not unlimited. While Jock can text to his heart's content as long as he's "in the network", his father and I were grandfathered in on our particular plan, so we do NOT have unlimited texting. Even in the network. So while Jock SENDING the text is free, my RECEIVING the text--and sending a reply-- IS NOT. Jock has somehow failed to grasp this concept. So I feel totally justified right now in my reply, after having just received the following text message from my darling teenager:

Why is Bug wearing my old practice jersey? (Mind you... Jock has not worn this particular item of clothing in OVER.A.YEAR.)

My response? So that you'll have yet one more thing to WASTE A TEXT MESSAGE TO ME ON.

What did he do? Texted back an apology.



Elaine said...

AH! I just posted something about how I wish teenagers would fall into a deep sleep between the ages of 13 to 17. Actually I'm going more in depth with it on my next post. I can see first hand that you completely agree with me on this one!

Mo said...

Gawd, I remember 13. You couldn't pay me enough to go back to that age.

moooooog35 said...

Just be happy he hasn't accidentally sent you a cell-phone photo of himself lighting his farts on fire.

Things could be worse.

Sue said...

LMAO! I'm sorry to laugh so loudly at your pain, but I get it. I've seen it first hand. My oldest is a junior in HS, my youngest is in 5th grade. And in the middle, as a HS sophomore is Paul's son. I feel your pain.

Well, minus the whole cell phone thing because we live in BFE and I refuse to get them cell phones.

The Sports Mama said...

Elaine: I'm not so sure about the deep sleep thing.... teenage boys tend to get smelly when they are sleeping too deep. :)

Mo: I am sooo glad I'm not a teenager anymore! I don't think I could handle it!

Moooooog35: Welcome! Thanks for stopping by and commenting! And yeah... thanks for that mental picture. :) Sadly, I fear its only a matter of time with this child....

Sue: No worries... that's what I'm hear for--to make you all laugh til milk comes out your noses! :)

mckay said...

lol...i just bought a phone specifically so i can txt with my teen daughter.

oh joy.

Anonymous said...

So that's what I have to look forward to! Thanks for the warning. I'm only a couple of months away from my oldest turning that dreaded "13". Ug.

The Sports Mama said...

Hi McKay and Karen! Welcome, and thanks for commenting!

And welcome to Communicating With Your Teenager 101. :)