More “Mark-ism”


Let me set the scene. Mark was doing his homework and had to write his heading on top of the page including his name, the date, and the time he actually starts his homework.
He had gotten home from school about an hour ago, relaxed a bit and was now (insisted by me) ready to start his homework.

Mark: “Moooooom, what date is it today?”

Me: “You just came home from school and I’m sure you had to write the date several times today so I don’t understand why you’re asking me, “What date is it today?”
“What is wrong with your concentration, are you serious?”
(Couldn’t just gave him the date and keep going, nooooooo, had to switch in parental mode and had to listen to his little butt making actual sense, arrrrgh)

Mark: “Oh my goooosh mom, the date, like the time is UNIVERSAL you don’t have to be in school to actually know what date it is”.

Me: Felt like a fool cos he was right, but that wasn’t my point, I KNEW what date it was I just wondered if he had to ask after writing it several times that day, what does that say about his ability to focus and recall simple facts. So like a hypocrite, (cos he was right) I went into p-mode again and asked, “Excuse me, and are you supposed to be speaking to your mother in that tone?”

Mark: “What tone mom?”

Me: “That tone you just used as if I’m six years old and your patience is wearing thin, that tone?”

Mark: “Well, I’m just saying… okay, sorry mom, (said this grudgingly) didn’t mean it like that, just saying, you don’t need to be in school…..”

Like a dog with a bone he couldn’t let go, and I guess he knew he had a point and so he held on and I grudgingly admitted to him, that he was in fact absolutely right about that statement he made, but that wasn’t my point to begin with, but yeah, he was correct and let’s leave it at that. I swear I saw him smiled a bit, like he KNEW he got me this time!

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Got up in a really not-so-nice mood and my husband and son were around and I really didn’t want to see them too much. Ever wake up and just want to be alone, just don’t feel like communicating with anyone? Well that was the kinda morning I was having. No explanations, just that kinda day and feelings accompanying it. I really wanted them gone.
Just maybe it was too much testosterone… or not.

I knew my husband was leaving shortly and really wanted my son gone with him, but he was “iffing and butting” whether to take him or not and my son didn’t really want to go cos he wanted to stay home and play on the computer, while talking on the phone with his friend as they strategize their game and so to encourage him, I said, “sweetie go out with your dad, it will be good for both of you and besides it’s a nice day for winter, staying cooped-up in the apartment won’t do you any good, go get some fresh air, fresh air is good for your lungs.” To which he replied, “Mom, I’ve been outside every morning at 7:30, in thirty degrees weather breathing fresh air in my lungs waiting on the school bus, don’t really need any more fresh air, thank you very much!”
My husband laughed and I just looked at him like I’m stupid, cos I really didn’t know what to say and I guess he was right. It was his winter break and so I guess he just wanted to stay home and relax too. The kid had a point!.....Lata!