People are funny, that's why

We were hanging out on the couch again, my son and I, after a difficult day (difficult as in lots of yelling between unhappy siblings resulting in yelling from me). I ask my son why he rolls his eyes when he knows I don't like it and that his tone of voice is disrespectful when I talk to him during the day, but, during the evening, he is much kinder and more respectful.

He says, "Well, people act differently and sometimes they don't know why."

Hmm, no kidding.

ANW versus DW

My grumpy son, who is only grumpy during the day, but a darling in the evening when it is time for bed (perhaps this is the reason he is a darling - ha!) likes to hang out with me. His favorite spot is behind me on the back of the couch, where most people can imagine cats hang out, not 7 year old little boys. He likes to watch me type and work on my computer. He even hugs me sometimes, which is nice. Again, I think it is because he is avoiding bedtime.

In any case, I like to think of it as our bonding time. He talks to me the most when he is just chilling there on the back of the couch. He asks me things like if we had an invisible floor, would you still see a shadow (that's a really good question...we should research that), tells me that black holes are black because they suck up light (must've gotten that from his sister), and that it would be cool if we went to Florida.

I ask him why it would be cool to go to Florida and he says that's where the finals are for American Ninja Warrior (that's our guilty pleasure - don't judge me!). I mention that Florida is also where Disney World is. I ask him, "Would you rather go to the American Ninja Warrior or Disney World?" He answers, "It depends. If I was really good, I would rather go to the American Ninja Warrior. If I was really bad, I would rather go to Disney World."

Squish

Kids are funny. I have a 7 year old and a 12 year old. If you had asked me a year ago which one of my children was more "difficult" I would have said (with no hesitation) my daughter. She was the perfect picture of angst. Nothing I did or said was good or worthwhile. The eye rolls. The heavy sighs. Ugh (that was my reaction).

Now, I would answer my son, he's the difficult one. My little guy who still wants cuddles before bedtime, and hugs when he thinks I am sad. It's weird. It's almost like my daughter and he changed places. Now I get the eye rolls from him and the heavy sighs when I ask him to elaborate on something vague that he says (that purple thing over there. Which thing? (heavy sigh) THAT thing Mom...) Believe me, we have talks, and time outs, and tears (from both of us).

But at the end of the day, when either I or my husband tuck him in, he reaches out for me and wants a hug. A lingering hug where he holds me tight against him, so my face is squished in his pillow pet (he thinks it's more comfortable to sleep on it then his bigger pillow). He doesn't let go and squeezes me tighter when I pull away. He complains when I do this, but I don't mind, and let him squish me more.