Things I’m Not Allowed to Do

Yesterday morning Lboy (hereby dubbed the Klingon) woke up bright & early at 6 am…not fun for the night owls that are Todd, myself, & the dog.

Anywho…The Klingon got up at six, I got up with him, & Todd started getting ready for work. I grabbed my pillow & a blanket and headed straight for the couch. I thought I’d just plop Lboy down in the floor and let him play with his toys & I’d watch him with one eye closed & the other open.

And then he quickly reminded me of the things I’m not allowed to do. Things that go way beyond the normal “never being able to go to the bathroom by myself again.”

1. I’m not allowed to sit or lay on the couch if he is playing in the floor. Why I thought I was going to be able to lay on the couch this morning in a zombie stupor is beyond me, I guess I had forgotten the rules.

2. Todd & I are not allowed to hold hands, hug, kiss, sit next to each other–basically we’re not allowed to touch or this happens:

For real, Todd had just walked in the door from work & gave me hug. You see the reaction. Or, he crawls over to us & pulls us apart from each other & then climbs into my lap. After that, he’s all smiles! I know he’s thinking “VICTORY IS MINE!”

3. I’m not allowed to shower. He goes nuts the minute I touch, yes touch, the shower door. So…if I want to be clean, which is something I feel I’m entitled to thank-you-very-much, I have to either:
            a) wait until Todd gets home from work to shower
            b) set up a toy area in the floor next to the bathtub & take a bath
            c) shower while he’s sleeping at night.
4. I’m absolutely not supposed to cover up with a blanket regardless of my location; be it the floor, the couch, a chair. He goes biszerk!

Example, this morning when we woke up, I put him in the floor & then sat down next to him. It felt like friggin December in my living room so I covered up. This is a big no no apparently!

This kid cracks me up! In 15 years, I’ll be writing a list like this one:

Things I’m not allowed to do according to my teenage son:

1. Talk to his friends. I’m embarrassing.
2. Tell him what to do, he after all knows best.
3. Hug/Kiss/Wave/Acknowledge him in public.

So I will enjoy the fact that he wants me around him all the time–because I know it will be short lived. And I will miss those precious hugs!

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