My oldest child, my son Austin turned 14 today. Now I didn't make a big deal of it because we're having the family over on Saturday to celebrate. Still, we always let the birthday boy or girl choose what they'd like for dinner on their birthday. Unfortunately I really, really need to go to the grocery store and we really didn't have much to choose from. Basically, we had eggs or peanut butter sandwiches. I asked Austin if he wanted to go out to eat.
"Are you sure? We could go to Olive Garden (his favorite restaurant). I have some gift cards for there too."
"Hmmm, well would you rather me just pick up something on the way home from Savannah's orthodontist appointment?"
"I don't care."
"OK, well what sounds good?"
He sighed, "I don't care. Whatever you guys want."
"It's your birthday, Austin."
"I don't care. Whatever you guys want," he said again. This is his "Oh, woe is me" act.
I took Savannah to the ortho and called home when we left the office. I tried one more time with Austin.
"Does he want to go to Olive Garden or some other place for dinner?" I asked Joe.
"Nope, he says he doesn't want to."
Exasperated, I said, "Fine, I'll just stop at Besa Mi Taco then. What does everyone want?"
Joe asked everyone for their order and got back on the phone. "Everyone wants a taco except Jackson and Austin. They said they don't want Besa Mi Taco because it's gross."
"I thought Austin said he didn't care?!!! Well, what DOES he want?"
"Nothing" Oh, woe is me.
I even offered to stop at a couple of other nearby restaurants, but they both insisted they weren't hungry. No, no, that's ok. You get what you want. We'll make due with water and some dryer lint. Don't mind us. No, no, I insist. You get what you want. I don't need anything.
"Fine. I'll pick up food for us then," I told Joe.
So, that's how it went. Jackson is now whining his head off that he's hungry.
"There's peanut butter in the cabinet, my friend."
And Austin has locked himself in his room and is having a teenage moment.
Is it just hard going from a kid where birthdays are a big deal to a teenager where you don't have big birthday parties and balloons and goody bags? Or is this just my kid? Austin has always been a moody sort. He's very smart and creative and super sensitive and stubborn. Maybe I will make him a toilet cake on Saturday after all. A toilet cake complete with a big pile of poop.
No, I don't want any cake. You guys have it. No, don't mind me. I'll just have a leaf. I'm fine. You guys enjoy. sniff sniff
(I really do feel bad that he's spending his birthday in his room pouting. Maybe I'll pick him up something special when I head off to the grocery store in a minute.)