Today is Sunday, just like any other Sunday before it, that was until I tried to say good morning to my SLMB. See Sunday’s tends to be the longest day of the week, since I go to school, then work right after, til about 10pm. Meaning when I get home SLMB is in bed already.
I have a math professor who tries and sells me on how important it’ll be in everyday life to be able to use alphabets in math. If you ask me alphabets are made for reading and writing. The only reason a math problem has six letters and two numbers, is that a genius had to much time on their hands and played a cruel joke, which I must suffer through now.
Anyway back to my morning, I tried to wake up SLMB to say Good Morning and wish him a fun filled day and maybe bust his chops for a bit, before heading off on my day. Well it didn’t go according to plan, this little “#*$*¤”…, let me just show you how the conversation went down.
ME: Hey Boopa (yeah I can’t call him SLMB all the times, so this is another one of his names)
SLMB: aghh (toss and turns, pulls the cover over his heads)
ME: Hey, Daddy’s, bout to go to school and work.
SLMB: Why you waking me up so early, I’m sleeping late today
ME: but Ima be out the whole day
SLMB: okaaaay, BYE! (With out lifting his head)
While I’m not foolish enough to think this conversation wouldn’t eventually happen, but not at seven years old. So while I laughed, I also cried inside. The crying was done on several levels. That not matter what my little man is growing up at an alarming rate, and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it. Though I appreciate his growing independence, it just makes me feel like I’m getting old. The biggest reason I laughed though, is, next week, when I forget to wake him before leaving, he’ll be upset with me for not doing so, letting me know that my lil man is still my SLMB.
Do you have a story to share about your little one growing up oh to fast? Feel free and share in the comments area. I plan on making a times flies when you raising kids post soon, and all stories are welcome.
Leave me alone sleeping late today!
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Sooooo cute!
I call my son Booba.
I also get sad when my little one tells me “I’m big! I got big!” and he will be three in February. He also keeps thinking he runs the house but that’s a whole nother story! LOL
Your son looks just like you!!!
I agree! Your son looks so much like you