it is BEAUTIFUL outside...

and I am only allowing myself a half hour on the 'puter! Of course, I have a zillion blogs to read (hello-mark all as read), 20 ad packets to email out and of course, I am spending the first ten minutes of my 30 posting!

Last night was an interesting one in the "little house at the beach". Beachboy had lax practice and when he got in the car was in a FOUL mood! I asked him what was wrong - I got the completely disrespectful "hands up, head bob" combined with the glassy eyes. Could I leave it alone - NO, so I kept asking various probing questions to find out what had happened and he kept answering the same way "nothing is wrong, MOM" but he was still being nasty in the car.

We got home, everyone took their showers, Beachdad came home after a fairly crappy day at work, and when Beachboy came down I again asked him if everything was ok ... and (unfortunately in front of his dad he FLIPPED OUT!!!) "STOP ASKING ME, THERE IS NOTHING WRONG, THIS IS STUPID, I'M NOT EATING," and on and on. Now then, respect is a big deal in our household so Beachdad was taking none of his outburst - all dissolved into an allout argument.

Beachdad was mad (really mad) at both Beachboy and me - Beachboy for being disrespectful and me for not letting the fact that he was in a bad mood go. But as his mother, I couldn't let it go because I had no idea what had happened! I didn't know if he had gotten hit by the ball, a stick or another player and was just being a "tough guy" and playing with the pain ... and he could be seriously hurt (yes, that has happened before), I didn't know if there was a problem with the coach or another player or what it could be. And the more he didn't tell me, the more I was getting upset that I have a 10 year old son who has decided that he can't tell me all that stuff going on in his life that is bothering him.

Turns out ... after 3 hours of a fairly intense practice, he was exhausted and didn't understand something one of the coaches was telling him and continued to do it wrong. But mainly, he was exhausted and didn't have the patience or energy to keep re-living it! PLUS, he knew it was silly to be so frustrated and angry about that, so he just wanted to forget about it.

Poor guy - I know being my son is not a walk in the park, and I kept him awake long enough to know beyond any shadow of a doubt that I love him more than the air I breathe, but when I ask what is wrong, JUST TELL ME ... and I promise to do my very very best to not suggest potential solutions (what have I gotten myself into????)