Boo grew a metric fucktonne overnight and is now taller than his father.
I need to knock before entering his room.
His voice is starting to change.
He had a temper tantrum (which is vastly different to a meltdown which is due to Autism and sensory overload and all that comes with the ‘blessing’ of Autism. Whereas a temper tantrum is just him being a butthead and he should just do what he is damn well told I don’t care if he is taller than me now I am still the motherfucking BOSS) cause I wouldn’t let him have a fan running in his room in the MIDDLE OF WINTER while he is wrapped like a fucking burrito in a doona cause he is cold BECAUSE HE HAS A FREAKING FAN RUNNING IN THE MIDDLE OF WINTER and he slammed open his door and put a hole in the wall.
Which he fixed by pulling apart his pillow and stuffing the hole.
Send reinforcements.
And food. OMG.














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HAHAHAHAHAHA … *breathe* … HAHAHAHAHAHAHA fan-fucking-tastic!
Sounds like Larry when he was a kid. Wait, it also sounds like Larry and his partying mates now, at 26, though now he has the know how to fix the goddamned wall with plaster. I’m still wondering what to do with the scorched timber deck after his (scathingly) brilliant idea of lighting fire outside in the wok (makeshift fire pit, apparently) in the middle of winter last year.
*sigh*
Sending hot salty fries STAT!!!
Mwah, xxxx am totally appreciating the blessing my man is still so little, luv ya guts!
Oh my word.
My little mate is still little, thank goodness. But all signs point to him growing into some sort of giant being and I have a scared!
Good thing we love them huh?
xox
I hear you Kate… my big boy is well… big. It’s daunting.
Hugs to you too. xxXOoo
Yikes. Sending some love and alcohol your way!
OMG it sounds like our house. My 14 yo wants to sleep with her window open and the fan going in the middle of winter under two doonas. We drew the line at the fan, using waste of electricity as an excuse, but couldn’t fight the open window. Entering her room is like walking into an icebox. It’s open day AND night. The other night she asked me for an electric blanket. Ha ha ha NO.
I totally understand the open window thing, I would rather have fresh frozen air and be wrapped up in a cosy blanket than be all stuffy in a warm room!
My boy also has to have the fan running all night…he complains that he’s ‘boiling hot’ even when I’m freezing. But then he doesn’t feel the cold normally, and rarely wears a jumper. Yes, we do live in Queensland, but it DOES get cold sometimes…! *grin*
He’s also a big boy (10 years old, looks like 12/13) so wondering if that has anything to do with it??
Stuffing a wall with pillow is a time honoured tradition
Ahhh I so remember this point with the first child/born/son/Aspie/whatever he is now… More holes in walls than I care to remember. Invest in plaster board and repair spatulas. I’m ready for the next two.
xxx
Hold me.
Oh jeez, this is hilarious. Not for your wall, but for us readers.
My brother had such an impact on our basement door when we were teenagers. He made me fix it with plaster and oil colors, and it turned out almost invisible – my mom never knew until we told her some years ago
A pillow stuffing isn’t very subtle, but still innovative
Uh-oh, hormones.
Buy more pillows.
Perhaps Boo is one of those people who needs to feel the movement of the air?
Sending the chocolate and high tea-STAT!!!
I just started hanging pictures over the holes in my walls. Hormones and teen age boys should never be mentioned in the same sentence.
Oh my goodness! I love how you talk about this, the humour helps.
Hormones are terrible. I know I gave my parents hell.
Best of luck
Hormones are always a hard things to deal with whenever they kick in,male or female,whatever the age.Big comforting hugs to you.
Not to make light of the situation but using the pillow was pure genius.xx
Have you considered installing walls made from trampoline mats?
*hugs* cos you are entering the “OMG WTF” zone of ginormous 3 yr old parenting.
I just love this, made me laugh! I wrote something the other day about when I turn into psycho mum (not calling you psycho by the way) and my kids aren’t even school age yet! God help me when their teenagers…
Thanks for the giggle
We’re on the verge of this stage with Son #3 and honestly, I’m not sure what to expect. Sure, I’ve been through teen years with my older two boys but this time with the added variant of ASD in the mix, don’t quite know how this will manifest!
xx
Invest in spak-filla.
Oh, and megatonne housebricks to put on his head to stop him growing.
Yeah, I’m all kinds of helpful like that *snort*
It was a sad day when my boy big enough to challenge me – we had numerous holes in walls and doors too.
You have a customised wall door knob holder too. We could set a trend. I will see your doona/fan and raise you two hats. My son always wears a beany underneath a bucket hat and gloves if he can find them. He likes the feel of the fan on his face.