They always say being the middle child in a family sucks.
In our family I have not personally found this to be true
(although I am not the middle child so what do I know!)
I find each of our kids taking turn randomly of having it
suck for them.
And each takes their turn of having the glory.
Usually it has to do with who is the sickest, most needy
and who is having surgery that brings them the most attention and grace and
glory.
Having a bad attitude, being alienated from the family,
not caring about schoolwork or not putting in the effort, and not being
cooperative for chores often makes your life suck a bit around here.
But by the simple act of the being the middle child? Not
around here.
Until last night.
When
I forgot he existed.
Literally.
And
then I forgot that I forgot he existed. Even worse.
It’s been a crazy week around here this week with both
boys off school for the week and us working a lot a lot a lot. They are too old
now for sitters etc..so a weird thing to be at work all day (and evenings too
sometimes) and have your two teens rule the house. Friends in and out,
sleepovers, dinners and watching games at cage aux sport until 11pm , pizza at
Gigis with a bunch of friends ….others days quiet times at home computers, GTA,
chores, relaxing, more chores . It goes on an on.
Well last night I guess my brain just decided it had too
much to take. Too many kids.
So I
forgot about one of them apparently.
One was home safely studying Science with her Dad. Check.
One I went to get in village with two new friends.He introduced
one to me and said “He is gay”. Ok.
Then the others somewhere around 8pm I knew was out at
Cage aux Sports watching the game and paying for his own chicken wings with a
bunch of friends and I vaguely remembered a mom saying she was bringing him
back here.
And then I forgot about him.
There is was 10:30pm and I was in pjs and falling asleep
to the sounds of Modern Family and Hubby says “Is Bear coming home tonight?”
OMG! Bear!
So I text him. And he did not text back right away and I
forgot about him again and fell asleep on the couch. OMG Worst mother of the
year award pls nominate me???
He came home 40 mins later and I just pretended all was normal
and fine and dandy. That I had been anxiously waiting for his arrival (given
that this was the first time my 14 yr. old went clubbing!!!!
Anyways last night being the middle child must have
sucked? Or was he happy that I am so confident in him that he does not need to
be on my usually somewhat neurotic radar? Who knows how he feels?
And unfortunately I won’t have time to ask him as I have
to get to work-while he will sleep in until 11am.
He knows I love him so much I could eat him up. My middle
manJ
