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Thanks to Stacie for opening my eyes! I have struggled more and more with engaging my teenage son in activities that don’t involve the computer, especially during the summer.
Suggestions of bowling, tubing down the Chattahoochee River, paintball, roller skating, frisbee, day trips and more have been shot down by my teen. When he says he doesn’t want to do the aforementioned, he makes it sound like I’m illegally forcing him to do something that no child should engage in.
My teenage son loves all things technology. He got it from his Momma, so there is only so much grief I can give him for that. I do believe that his activities on the computer will get him to where he needs to be, specifically with his goals to become a video game designer one day.
(My mother taught me never to begin a sentence with BUT…or maybe that was my English teacher)…the kid needs AIR!! I was never the sporty type myself, but I love the outdoors. I’m having a hard time digesting that my son doesn’t want to camp or tube or golf or go to the batting cages.
I’ve pondered ways to get him out of the house to do these things, including bribery and trickery. Unfortunately, I’m not very creative. I see in black and white, versus in shades of grey when it comes to these things. Even my levels of bribery and trickery are sub par.
What if the A/C went out on the weekend when maintenance people in my apartment complex weren’t available to fix it unless there was a life-threatening emergency? It’s easier to cool down that it is to warm up (in my opinion). I’ve nagged my teen and S.O. to death about A/C bills to the point they are afraid to TOUCH the thermostat. No one has to know it isn’t really out. Oops. The AC unit will crap out on Sunday when my son gets home, heck maybe even Saturday. Maybe I can turn the heat on…