Oh Buzz. Dear Buzz. My darling Buzz. How I feel like duct taping you to the wall most days just for a 5 minute respite.
As I type this, you are faithfully extracting every single video game case from it’s rightful shelf, stacking them high on the living room floor. I can count on this happening at least 10 times a day. Usually, I implore no, No, NO! as I line them back in place. Today, I have given up.
You have already climbed on top of the bedroom television to retrieve a mass of DVDs. Normally, I would bellow no repeatedly, pile them once more, only to have you scale the way all over again 2 minutes later. Today, I have given up.
If yesterday is any indication, soon every article of clothing will be strewn from their respective drawers. Folding is useless anymore. Usually, I would plead with you to stop as I stuff empty chests full of crumpled clothes. Today, I have given up.
If it really means that much to you, go ahead. Make a mess. I’m going to try not to yell. I’m going to attempt to regain my patience, along with my sanity. I’m going to remember that you are my son and I love you. If that doesn’t work, there’s always duct tape.