zero patience

I'll qualify this post by saying that I love my son.  I truly do.  He is so funny and smart and loveable.

Having said that...
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OH MY GOD THE CHILD IS SUCH A PROCRASTINATOR!

I realize that this is partly the reality of an 8 year old.  But if he has something that I need him to do, the more of a time crunch it is, the more apt he is to get distracted, move slowly, or generally get "confused" and become unable to complete the task at hand.

He had wrestling tonight, which means he didn't get home until 8:30.  He had his traditional Chinese for dinner (LOL) and then finished watching "Chopped".  This is the same routine we've had for all 12 weeks of wrestling.

And as with the other 11 evenings, I expected him to take a shower and go to bed after "Chopped" ended.

Oh yes, but first he had to show me some Pokemon cards.  For reasons I don't understand, he had shoved too many of them into this tiny sleeve, so he had to fight with them to get them out for 2+ minutes before I lost my mind and extricated them for him.

Then he needed to search for the book he brought to camp, which he had refused (this AM) to actually put IN his bag - along with the binder of Pokemon and his lunch bag and his water bottle.  (What was in the bag, you ask?  His bathing suit.  Yes, there was plenty of room.  AHHHHH!!!)

He couldn't find the bag so then he was panicking until I told him I would send a message over FB to the Assistant Director at camp (luckily a former classmate of mine in high school).

Then he wanted to show me his prickly heat.

Then he needed his vitamin.

Then he needed to get changed.  But he "couldn't find" his bag because he was mesmerized by the episode of "Hoarders" I had put on...so I had to turn that off so Hubby could "remind" him that he (G) had put his bag away (miracle!) earlier, in his room.

Then he brought his bag into the bathroom and changed.  But only his shoes.  He put those in the bag and put the bag back in his room.  (At least he puts things away, even if it does add 4309434809 hours to  his routine.)

Finally, he changed out of his clothes and was in the shower.

Thus begun the random moaning and groaning sounds until Hubby and I asked him what was wrong (water in his rather large floor burn from wrestling).

About 10 minutes later, a naked 8 year old came flying, soaking wet, out of the bathroom and into his room.  You see, in his MANY travels he'd forgotten his towel. He's supposed to keep the towel in the bathroom but he instead hangs it in his room, leading to many nights of soaked 8 year old flying through the living room entirely without clothing. 

20 seconds later, he went flying back into the bathroom...wrapped in his towel...to "dry".

And 27 minutes after the bedtime routine began, he was in his bed, towel once again hung IN HIS ROOM, ready to go to sleep.

I walked through the soggy carpet (how much water can his very skinny 60lb body hold post-shower?!?!) to say goodnight. 

The nose kisses he gave me lessened my sense of complete and utter insanity and reminded me that, yeah, despite the craziness of an 8 year old boy, it's pretty damn cool to be a Mom.