got up this morning. Ss tells me he had so many dreams
last night. He tells me one dream was walking towards
a very tall man, over dead bodies reaching up towards ss, then the man
says, "Look at me." He has an ax and swings it at ss. Ss wakes
Ss and I have talked like this before. He asks me,
"What do you think the dream means?" I said, "Well, in
Jungian psychology they say you are every person in the dream." He
says, "So I'm also the tall man?" I said yes. He repeats,
"What do you think it means?" I said, "You have the
answer. People have a hard time trusting their own answers." He
sits there pondering. I said, "What do you imagine it's
Ss said, "I think it's about my mom's family trying to get me
and I look at each other, reach our hands up, and high five.
I ask Ss to take the trash out. It's over filled. He holds it with his
fingertips away from his body. It falls and breaks before making it to
the trash bin.
He's ranting and raving, we
shouldn't be making him do the trash. He's not picking up broken glass!
Dh and I insist ss follow thru
on cleaning up his own mess. He's ranting that we are so unreasonable.
Taking the trash out is humiliating. He considers it second class work.
He doesn't believe other people are taking trash out. He doesn't notice
the girls did chores.
I'm yelling. I'm telling him we
can have him take the trash out every single time and give him the
opportunity to get over a problem with taking the trash out.
Dh takes over.
He jokes, nudges, chums, with
Aaron for 1/2 an hr, unwinding all of Ss's arguments. I don't have the
patience for that. It's driving me crazy, but I keep my mouth shut. Ss
says the chore takes too much time out of his time for his homework.
Talking with his dad takes away from time for his homework. He keeps
trying to escape. I've nonchalantly blocked his way out of the office
with my chair. Dh eventually gets ss to recognize how ridiculous his
argument is that taking the trash out takes too much time.
Dh said, "Did all the
arguing get you out of doing the chore ss?"
Then out of the blue, ss gets
real. ss say it always worked for him to argue his way out of chores or
stuff with his mom.
I laugh. Out of affection for
ss. For his smarts, and his honesty.
He's 'come out of it', finishes
the trash, finishes his homework, and runs downstairs, "What were
my grandparents thinking raising me like that? Like someone who can't do
anything? What did they think? That I'd someday marry someone who'd do
everything for me?"
I said, "Yes, and that you
and your wife would live with them."
He laughed and laughed,
"It's a family tradition."
Bm has lived with her parents