So I'm a huge Harry Potter fan . . . Thursday night I didn't sleep well, dang anticipation. Friday night I stayed up until my DH and DS got home from the bookstore. I was up til 2 am reading the first chapter. I read most of the day. Sunday I woke up with a nice migraine, and where's my migraine medecine? At the pharmacy where I forgot to pick it up. Of course! Still I read until I finished, shortly after 12 am Monday. I woke up a few short hours later to still have my migraine, a house that hadn't been cleaned in days, unable to eat (ready to vomit), and swimming lessons. I slept half of yesterday, but IT WAS WORTH IT! It's a FABULOUS book!!!!!
I have a 10-year-old (above)~ he'll be 11 in less than 2 months. There are days I could hug him and days I could strangle him. Today is a strangle day. He thinks the world revolves around his TV shows. I unplugged the cable (wicked mom laugh here). He is arguing about every little thing today, and whacking his siblings for no reason. Finds things to complain about.
Other days he willingly does everything he does everythig we ask him to do. Lets his 3-year-old sister climb all over him. Cleans his room for no reason. Those are the days I live for. I know they'll come more frequently as he matures, and I look forward to those days. I just wish school started a little earlier than it does!
My preteen years are a haze, largely because my father died when I was 9 and I was getting used to life without him. So I don't remember being a contrary, whiny brat. It's tough enough having 1 preschooler in the house, now I have one who's almost the same height and weight as me, courtesy of my genes. Will I survive with my sanity intact? My mother managed to make it through 7 preteens, so I guess my odds are good. Still, a course on adolescent psychology would be handy . . .