Mean Mommy Strikes Again

Also known as, Am I Over-reacting?So, it's a lovely day outside.
I send Captain Chaos outside to draw with his sidewalk chalk on the sidewalk just in front of the house.
He asks if he can ride his bike. No. I'm working and can't come outside to supervise him. (We have a MAJOR road in front of our house. No bike riding without a grown-up, even for Em.) I can however, sit so that I can see him coloring on the sidewalk.

So A wanders the porch for a few minutes, looking over the chairs that I got from freecycle. (I'm holding them on the porch to de-spider them until I can get out there with wood glue and make them a bit sturdier.) I hear him banging around, don't think anything of it because he's right behind me.

It gets quiet. I see him at the bottom step. I'm assuming that he's coloring on the sidewalk.
I turn around, type some more, something's bugging the back of my mind.

*Ding* When I saw him at the bottom of the porch, I didn't see his bike on the porch.

Damn. I turn around, glance out the window- No A, no bike.

I curse under my breath, K looks up from his game and asks what's wrong. As I dash out the door, I explain. He curses loudly.

I look around, there's no A anywhere that I can find.

I'm cursing loudly and screaming his name by this point. I'm heading down the sidewalk in my jammies. (I'd been cleaning and working on the site all morning.)

He finally answers me. He'd fallen over, and was trying to get his bike off of him- behind a neighbor's hedge.
He drags his bike back to the house, gives me an "I'm sorry" look, then grins.

I'm livid. I'm having a heart attack.
"INSIDE NOW!"

He goes inside and I hear his dad quietly tell him to take his jacket off. His dad is NEVER quiet.

I get his bike back on the porch, come in and ask if he had permission to go bike riding.

"No."
"Well, why did you?"
"I needed to think."
"Well buster, you've got a ton of time to think IN YOUR ROOM FOR THE REST OF THE DAY! AND NO TV!"

Gah. My chest phsyically hurts from this kid's antics.

Now to go make him lunch and take it to him in his room.

*whimper* The girls were so easy compared to this.

Oh no! He'll be an Advertiser...

Ok, Captain Chaos is officially an "odd" child.

(Yes, we ALL knew that already- but I have proof.)

He's discovered info-mercials.

He LOVES info-mercials.

You know, those cheesy half-hour paid advertisements for the "brand new, latest, and greatest thing you MUST have..."

It started with the Debbie Meyer Green-Bags. They claim to make your produce last twice as long. Every time I get vegetables out of the fridge he asks me if they are in a "green bag". Same thing at the store.

Other infomercials he approves of is the original Oxi-Clean commercials, Yoga-booty-ballet, moon-sand, tater-mitts, Ove-glove, bedazzler, bug wand vac, and ANYTHING Matthew Lesko.


Tonight's was Super Sweeper Plus--- apparently it's a carpet sweeper with a rubber brush that is supposed to pick up more than a normal carpet cleaner.
He insisted he had to watch it.

My son is weird.