Worst Mom Ever!

The boys spent their weekend here at home with their dad and my mom.  I am so happy and proud of the bond that my husband shares with our youngest son Blue.  They like to go to breakfast together on the weekends. They love to go to the movies and play these geeky computer games together.  Red -on the other hand, is a teen who wants little or nothing to do with his father right now.  He appears to view his father as the enemy most of the time, that is unless he wants or needs something from him.  I refuse to help him with anything to do with his computer so that he will NEED his father for something and have no choice but to go to him and attempt to be respectful.

I had the best weekend ever, or at least recently.  My girlfriend came in from L.A. to hang with me and go to Lake Austin Spa for the day.  Rebecca and I met over 20 years ago working for the same employer.  We have been there for each other through all of life's changes.  We once both dated twin brothers.  We could have been sister-in-laws.  We've been there through our single years, devastating break-ups, career changes, marriage and motherhood.

While she was here...we partied, relaxed at the spa, shared some exquisite meals and cocktails, closed down a night club like we used to in the good old days.  I feel so blessed to have friendships that I have maintained for a lifetime.  I love that I have people who know me -the real me, and they love me anyway.

So all was good on the home front over the weekend...or so I thought until Monday morning.  First of all, on Sunday evening, I came home and passed out around 7 p.m.  This sister can not party the way she used to. I slept until 7 a.m. the next morning when my alarm went off.  Well, it actually went off at 6:40 a.m., but I hit snooze twice.  When I did lift my head from the pillow, I felt a little groggy.  It took me a couple of minutes to get my bearings.

I wandered into Blue's room at 7:08 a.m. to make sure he was awake.  He had been waking up on his own for the past week or so, early, because he wants to be on time for the bus and not be rushed.  He was livid! "You woke me up late!  My morning is ruined! It's all your fault!  Just forget it...I'm not going to school!"  Now this is my cooperative child  -the one who is the total opposite of his brother.  He went on and on and on.  He read me up and down until I put it to a halt.  He even went into, "You're the worst mom EVER!"

Ha! That will teach you to leave me all weekend!  Of course, he didn't say that.  He may not have even been aware that this is what the rant was all about.  Somehow, I know that was the underlying reason.  Even though, he was well taken care of, and had a totally awesome weekend, he did not appreciate me not being here. And to top it off -I had the audacity to stay at the Westin -Domain, where the Apple Store is located (his favorite place on earth).


By the time I picked him up from school, he was in a much better mood.  He sincerely apologized about what happened that morning.  After the doctors appointment, we stopped over at the Domain where I had left my favorite pillow in the hotel room. (Yes -I'm like Linus with his blanket.) We also stopped by the Apple Store where he answered all of my questions about the differences between the laptops and th IPAD.  All was good between us.

The next morning over breakfast out of the blue he asks, "Mom, do you ever worry about being a good mom?"
"Yes.  I worry all the time."
"Like when?"
"Like when you guys are sad or upset and I want to fix it. Like when you feel bad about having Aspergers. I wonder if I'm doing the right thing.  If I have the right supports in place for you at school."
"Well, you shouldn't worry, because you are.  You are a good mom."

This more than made up for the rant the morning before.  The moment was priceless and so is he.