We’ve been having a lot of problems difficulties issues with Sam.
More so with him than the “Other Three.
Although the “Other Three” keep telling me that we just don’t remember.
They have offered numerous times to refresh my memory…but since my hair is turning white quite nicely without any more help…I passed.
This morning I could not wake Sam up.
It’s STAR testing in our neck of the woods so by Friday his “brain will be fried” and he will just sit quietly in front of the TV and zone out.
At 7 am today, he was dead to the world. I pulled off covers…..pulled him to the edge of the bed…..nothing worked.
Finally I got him to grunt.
I was rapidly losing my patience…..frankly, I think it left long ago.
“Sam,” I said, “This is very much passive-aggressive behavior….you HAVE to get up!”
Two darkly lashed eyes fluttered…
A voice far too deep for a 12 year old said,
“Mom, how can it be passive-aggressive? I’m not driving!”
I left the room so he wouldn’t see me laugh.