It's A Mystery To Me

I do not understand the brain of a 13 year old boy.  It makes absolutely no sense to me at all.  That thought process is irrational, illogical, sometimes lazy, and sometimes gross. I will never understand how the 13 year old boy brain works. 

There are times it even makes it difficult to like the boy carrying around that mystery brain very much.  I know you're not supposed to say that.  As a mother - we are supposed to love our children unconditionally.  And I do.  I love The Little Man.  Some days I just don't like the things he does very much.

I find myself feeling frustrated, and confused.  Baffled and impatient.  I find myself saying "WHAT were you thinking?" far more times than I ever imagined possible.  To which the response is usually either a blank, deer in the headlights look.  Or a dumb-founded "I don't know" or "Nothing".  Which only succeeds in making the frustration, confusion, bafflement, and impatience worse.

In our latest episode - we find The Little Man coming home from school and deciding he needs not one, but Two egg sandwiches.  (Why two?  Why not one?  Another great mystery of the 13 year old male universe.  The answer to this one lies somewhere in the bottomless pit of the 13 year old male stomach - and THAT is enough of a topic for an entire other blog post)  He chose to cook up these particular eggs quickly in the microwave.  This I discovered when I heard the loud popping sound coming from the microwave.  But somehow my cries to "get the eggs out of the microwave and see if it needs cleaned out" were somehow heard by the 13 year old male as "take the eggs out of the microwave and throw them in the trash, completely wasting good food!" 

I find myself completely at a loss.  No idea what is going on in there, or how to deal with it.