Super Bowl Sunday

It's a traditional for my son and me to watch the Super Bowl together and yesterday we were both glued to the television. Our spread was baked chicken wings, a soft taco layered with the meat mixture, kidney beans, Monterey Jack Cheese and salsa, a chili & cheese dip and cheesecake. We were going for the Steelers as a team, but Kurt Warner as a person. This was our time to bond, give each other high fives, talk to the television and us just have good old fun.

I know he appreciates these times, because I'm not preaching and drilling him. I try not to be overbearing, but I feel the need to school him about life and correct him. Boys are just so different to raise. Why don't they get the simple things - pick up your clothes, close the kitchen pantry when you are done, call when you get home from school, brush your hair, do you have your bus pass and on and on and on. I am not exaggerating.

On Friday, after a long week of getting up and going to school I don't demand much of Joshua - just relax and chill. He takes full advantage of the situation and watches television, view animated Japanese cartoons on the Internet and play those video games. However, I told him that Saturday he needs to study for his Spanish test, which this class has challenged him. So, I left for my belly dancing class and he was supposed to study Spanish and anything else. He knew the game would be on Sunday. Well Joshua didn't study much in my absences. So, Sunday after church he had to study before the game. I started not to allow him to watch it. It just drives me crazy when a plan is in place and he doesn't follow the bit.

Today, he took the test and I received a call at work. Joshua informs me that he didn't do well on the Spanish test. I told him, "You got out of it what you put in it." You didn't study and your grade reflects it. After our conversation, I pulled up his grades in all of him classes, which he has A's and B's. I know they are good, but his Engineering class he has a D. I was in shock. So the overbearing mother emails the teacher to see what we can do to assist Joshua. Last semester, Joshua had an A in the class and we need to get him back on course. I understand the coursework gets harder, but he needs to realize that he needs to push himself.

That's not the end of it. I printed out his grades for each class for January and wrote him a note about his progress. The majority of the comments were great, because he is doing well. I encourage him to study hard so he could maintain his A's and B's and to do his best work and work hard to improve his Engineering and Spanish grades. Joshua is a good student, but he can be a great student.

When do boys get it?