My once outgoing and perky son has evolved into a sullen teenage boy. He mumbles and grunts answers at us, and spends too much time locked in his room these days. When he's not at school or playing his sport, he is on-line in the unknown world of "Habbo Hotel." We hope with the vast quantity of time spent there, he will someday follow the path of Conrad Hilton and become a hotel magnate.
But what bugs the cr*p out of me the most, is his tight-lipped routine concerning anything in his life. I've resorted to phoning other classmates' mothers to find out what's going on at school. My biggest fear is that I'll be labeled a "Loser Mom" for not showing up at an honors assembly or something of that nature where my own son has won an award. Because handing me letters from school has become too much trouble for this boy.
About two weeks ago, my darling son sent me an e-mail (yes, we were both home at the time) that he needed to bring in a dozen blueberry muffins for school. No other information was provided. When questioned about what the muffins were for, he responded, "for health class." You're getting the picture - the fewer the words, the better with him. Figuring this was yet another dumb party dreamed up by a teacher looking to kill some class time, I just bought a box of Betty Crocker muffin mix, made the muffins, and sent them in. Imagine my surprise when I cleaned out my son's bookbag over the weekend (school is out), only to find a neatly bound and computer generated "healthy" cookbook compiled by his health class. And what recipe did my son contribute? Yes, you are correct! Homemade Blueberry Muffins, that he must have copied from one of my gourmet cookbooks. Um, yeah, I'll bet the teacher thought those muffins I sent in were made from scratch! I'm fairly certain now that he was supposed to find a healthy recipe and make it himself. The good news here is that since he's my youngest, I"ll never have to see that teacher again.
But what bugs the cr*p out of me the most, is his tight-lipped routine concerning anything in his life. I've resorted to phoning other classmates' mothers to find out what's going on at school. My biggest fear is that I'll be labeled a "Loser Mom" for not showing up at an honors assembly or something of that nature where my own son has won an award. Because handing me letters from school has become too much trouble for this boy.
About two weeks ago, my darling son sent me an e-mail (yes, we were both home at the time) that he needed to bring in a dozen blueberry muffins for school. No other information was provided. When questioned about what the muffins were for, he responded, "for health class." You're getting the picture - the fewer the words, the better with him. Figuring this was yet another dumb party dreamed up by a teacher looking to kill some class time, I just bought a box of Betty Crocker muffin mix, made the muffins, and sent them in. Imagine my surprise when I cleaned out my son's bookbag over the weekend (school is out), only to find a neatly bound and computer generated "healthy" cookbook compiled by his health class. And what recipe did my son contribute? Yes, you are correct! Homemade Blueberry Muffins, that he must have copied from one of my gourmet cookbooks. Um, yeah, I'll bet the teacher thought those muffins I sent in were made from scratch! I'm fairly certain now that he was supposed to find a healthy recipe and make it himself. The good news here is that since he's my youngest, I"ll never have to see that teacher again.
Oh boy. Well, at least you didn't KNOW they were supposed to be home made.
ReplyDeleteI probably would have know, bought the muffins from Costco (not even have bothered with the mix) and rewrote a recipe in my own handwriting that I lifted from allrecipes.com or something...
MM - At least you can now use the excuse that you had to take the "corporate jet" somewhere and couldn't be bothered with muffins. I seriously need to get back to a paying job!
ReplyDeleteThis strikes fear in me! First, because my blueberry muffin recipe of late has been compromised and involves two steps - open pouch, add 1/2 cup water! Voila!
ReplyDeleteThe other reason is my oldest is nearly 11, and apparently he pulled out the tried and true "I'm running away" card last week while I was at work, then got irritated when my husband said OK and went about his business.
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