Every now and then I’ll get in my feelings about my 12 year old not wanting to spend time with me - a very standard and heartbreaking symptom of children growing up. 🥺 Not to forget that I’m competing with his buds awaiting in PS4 limbo for him to virtually join them as they talk trash and compete in Fortnite, 2K and MLB The Show. They take their super created players so seriously. Bless!
Even with the time restraints and gaming curfew I impose on him I know I’m no longer top billing with his free time. So when he asks to play some time of board/family game - even the dreaded Monopoly - I oblige. And then it gets ugly: eminent domain, trying to strong arm me into selling him property I’ve bought so he can own all the properties in a block, pouting when he has to pay a fine or rent, etc. My goodness. I think we lasted an hour 1/2 tonight. Even Waldrick was over it. Our son insisted we leave the pieces in their exact same spot so we tomorrow we’ll be able to pick up where we stopped. I tell you what. I love the time spent. I love my baby. But mama’s trying to go bankrupt in less than 30 minutes tomorrow night!
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