My Single Mom Life

today is Friday. Yippeee! Last day of school! W00t!
Hello? It's not like you had a long hard week of testing and stuff. You had three days of school this week. Three.
I think what has his goat is that this quarter, one of his required classes is weight lifting.
He has to do either weight lifting or an actual sport like football or basketball or something to get a PE credit. He chose weights because he hates sports. Hates them.
He will not watch any sports on tv unless I am watching something, and even then he complains the whole time about how stupid professional sports are.

"Mom. It's stupid. They get paid millions of dollars to play with a ball. Millions. It's sick how much athletes in this country get paid and I know people like sports but holy geebus mom, that's an insane amount of money to play a game."
I agree with him. It is an insane amount of money to play with a ball or puck.

For the last two days, and today I imagine, Mark will come home and tell me how much his calves hurt, and his shoulders, and various other parts of his body. He'll tell me how much he hates weight lifting and I'll tell him how good it is for him.
I'll say all the same encouraging words I have been saying; "This is good for you. You'll get rid of some of the weight you always complain about. You'll start seeing muscle in places you didn't know there was muscle. You'll get out of the shower one morning and look at your new body and instead of saying how much you hate weight lifting, you'll probably say, 'damn I look good'. This is good for you and I will not help you get out of it." (parents can excuse students from sports if we choose)

He sighs and mopes and then goes off to do his homework.
I totally would have preferred weight lifting in school compared to the lame stuff they made us girls do. They had us doing gymnastics and all the boys got to do the weight room. I would have loved that.
Not that I wanted to be a grotesque body builder, but to have some muscles popping would have been sweet.
I can hardly wait to hear todays complaints.
"oh my calves, my callllves". Tee hee.

Later days.