Monkey Boy has a girlfriend and a crappy dog.

Monkey Boy is almost 14, well..he will be on Sunday. Should I now call him Monkey Teen?? I think I've lost the boy in him somewhere along the years. What is it about teenage boys? Why is it that as their testosterone levels go up, their IQ goes down? Seriously, at one point I thought him the cleverest of all children. Is it just the "teen-ness" of him? He went from the A/B Honor Roll to barely passing 7th grade, and 8th grade isn't any better. You see, he has discovered girls, and even worse, they have discovered him.


GIRLS!! I swear, he has the sweetest little girlfriend, but that is all he thinks about now. He begged, and swore himself into my personal servitude, just so I would convince his dad to let him ride the bus home to his girlfriends house tomorrow. I got the eyeroll because 1) I made him swear that an adult would be there too, and 2) That once he got to her house, I am calling and want to speak to her mother. OMG...how could I embarass him so?? I'm such a bad, stupid mom. Pffft....just not stupid enough to let him be alone with a 14 year old girl in a house all afternoon. She is coming to help us celebrate his birthday on Sunday. GOD help me. I don't know how to deal with a girlfriend. At least she is a very pretty, smart little girl. He does seem to have good taste. He is still MY baby! Perhaps the "teen-ness" coming out of him is so that I will be more than willing to toss him out into the first young ladies arms, who wants to deal with his new idiosyncrasies.



OH and on to dogs. What happened to my sweet little Jenny?? She has suddenly decided it's too cold outside and just not necessary for her to go out to take a crap and any piece of carpeting will do. She does have a fondness for Monkey Boys room too...perhaps because it already smells like ass and dirty sweat socks?? I'm getting desperate. She was house trained at one point, and now if she doesn't start using the lawn instead of the carpet, she will HAVE to go. I cannot allow this animal to use my carpeting as a toilet. That is a touchy matter with me and there is quite a bit of "history" that I won't go into, about dog shit in houses...lol Let's just say it will not be now, or ever an option in MY house, although it doesn't seem to bother some people I know *shiver* In desperation I forked out the $10 to buy the stupid "The Dog Whisperer" book by Paul Owens. I bought it, but have yet to read it. I'll get to it along with everything else I keep putting off.

Now I need to get my lazy butt off to bed. I have to go in and talk to my boss about scheduling in the morning. Woohooo...I'm still excited about that job. It's just still really hard for me to drag my lazy butt out of the house in the mornings to do much of anything. That's part of the reason I need this job. It will keep me from feeling so "disabled" and more normal, by forcing me to get off my butt and leave this house.