Boys Are Stupid

Two weird things happened to me today. The first is that my husband joined Facebook. He called me in between my tutoring clients and said "I did something bad." This always causes me to feel an overwhelming wave of irritation because I never know if I should be bracing myself for the most god awful news of my life, or if I should just be getting ready to yell at him for getting his jollies out of needlessly worrying me. Tonight it turned out to be the latter because the next words out of his mouth were "I created a Facebook account."
Well, bully for you Mr. C.
For the past 2 years he's been teasing me, ridiculing me, and making fun of me for my Facebook addiction and now he joins himself? Is it bad that I feel a little intruded upon? That's okay. I got an email asking me to confirm our "marriage" status. Is it me, or is that funny? I'm considering getting my revenge by writing something like, "Married? What? I don't even know this ya-hoo."

Moving on.

The second weird thing is that I looked out the back sliders today and found J peeing on our back wall.
I should explain.
He's been having a lot of accidents lately. Instead of stopping whatever fun/imaginary world he's involved in at said moment to use the restroom, he's been opting to just go in his pants. It's been driving me nuts. So, I wrote for advice to my friend Amy B. who suggested I give him a reward at the end of every day that he doesn't have an accident. That was better than my idea of punishing him by making him taking his pants down to the creek and handwashing them himself using a rock, so I went with it.
Anyway, we had two good days and then this. I hate these little loopholes that kids throw at you. Did this qualify as an "accident" or not? It's definitely an improvement over last week when he peed his pants while playing at the park next door, took his pants off, and then ran down the street half naked.

I never fully decided what to with this. I got out of it by leaving the house this evening to tutor and not coming home till after the kids were asleep. I resigned myself to the bottom line, that little truth that us girls first realize when we're around 6 or so. We re-learn it in our teen years, our dating years, and once we're married, we're forced to finally accept it. Boys are stupid.

You all have a good night.