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Reminds me of the time I was bemoaning DS’ clueless-ness to my best friend and saying how I couldn’t wait until he aged out of his clueless-ness. Her reply: “Is it your observation that they improve at all by age 40?”</p>
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<p>CGM, that is hilarious!!! I even sent your post to my husband, because he says the same thing. I even tried to prove him wrong, but he still thinks he’s right. I asked him if his dentist appointment was this month (I knew it was December), and he said, “No, it’s next month.” That was an ah-ha moment for me, but he say’s it’s different. ;)</p>
<p>Full discosure bobsmom: I added windshield wiper fluid to the power steering fluid. It had a picture of what I thought was a windshield, but it turned out to be a picture on the car manual. Our mechanic was a little more sympathetic than yours. He said I wasn’t the first person who had made that mistake. :o</p>
<p>This was the last week of football practice for S2. Since playoff game was Friday, the team practiced everyday last week including Tues. when it was raining so hard you could barely see. S comes in from practice with muddy bare feet carrying his brand new tennis shoes. “Aren’t you glad I didn’t ruin my new shoes?” he says. I think “wow, he’s actually thinking for once”. </p>
<p>Then he hands me his water soaked cleats that must have weighed 20 pounds and says “I need these for practice tomorrow. You can just throw them in the clothes dryer, can’t you?”</p>
<p>Dad: You know, it’s getting kind of late. Do you think you should finalize your list of schools?
Son: No sweat, I know where I want to apply.
Dad: Did you realize that some of these places have deadlines on Dec. 1?
Son: OK.</p>
<p>(pause)</p>
<p>Dad: It’s November 12 today.
Son: I know.</p>
<p>(pause)</p>
<p>Dad: Do you think you might want to fill out an application?
Son: What? You mean now?</p>
<h1>84 Rick Tyler</h1>
<p>OMG, your son and mine could be twins! LOL</p>
<p>Son: “I can’t find my-----”
Mom: “It’s on your desk”
Son: “Nope I didn’t see it, can’t find it”
Mom: “Look again, it’s on your desk’
Son “Nope, isn’t there.”
Mom " Stand in front of your desk…put your right hand out and lower it onto your desk”
Son “Oh,here it is!”</p>
<p>Now:
Son :can’t find my ID
Roommate: look in your pocket
Son Can’t find my ID
Roommate: look in your pocket
Son:nope</p>
<p>Later: Son “oh here it is, in my pocket”</p>
<p>Yesterday younger son asked me where his gym shirt was. I said “It’s some place you’ve already looked, you just didn’t see it.” That annoyed him. Then I asked if he’d looked in his chest of drawers. He assured me he’d looked. And in all the laundry baskets, the basement, on his bed etc. etc. Yes, yes, yes. Silly me, I checked all those other places before the chest of drawers. First drawer I open, there’s the shirt right on top. At least he had the grace to be embarassed.</p>
<p>It is kind of frightening that I had a similar conversation with my (male Ph.D. 50 year old) boss this morning! </p>
<p>Me: Have you signed the travel request form for the trip I will be taking that our secretary put on your desk?</p>
<p>Boss: If the form was put on my desk, I have already signed it and returned it to you.</p>
<p>Me: No, our secretary put it on your desk this morning, and I don’t have it. Do you remember signing it TODAY??</p>
<p>Boss and I look down at his desk and the form is right in front of him!!</p>
<p>I like my boss a lot and have great respect for him, but, the fact remains, he is still someone’s CLUELESS SON :)</p>
<p>Re: Sons finding things. My personal average time for finding something that either of them says, “It’s not here anywhere – and I looked, Dad” is less than 30 seconds. The median time is about 10 seconds. I swear, if their heads weren’t duct-taped to their shoulders…</p>
<p>But it’s so much harder now that there are two “homes” to lose it in. Son called today:
Son: Do you know where the pants are to my warm ups?
Me: No, I haven’t worn them. Where are the jackets?
Son: I have the jackets, no pants.
Me: Why would you take the jackets and not the pants? They must be with you at school.
Son: I’ve looked everywhere, they’re not here</p>
<p>And I can’t prove it to him…frustrating!</p>
<p>Ah yes, the finder of the house. Somehow, only I can find anything, no matter that we have all lived in this house for the same 14 years & things are where they’re “supposed to be.”</p>
<p>One more dialog:</p>
<p>September–
Parent: Son, have you decided what you’re going to do for Thanksgiving?
College Son: Under control, don’t worry.</p>
<p>October–
Parent: So son, what are you doing for Thanksgiving?
Son: Under control don’t worry.</p>
<p>Early November–
Parent (message left on voicemail to son): I’ve had a call from your aunt who wants to send you a plane ticket to spend Thanksgiving AND Spring Break with her in SF & our friends in LA who want you to spend Thanksgiving with them. Please take care of it</p>
<p>Mid-November–
Parent: What are you doing for Thanksgiving?
Son: I’ve spoken with auntie with apologies & made arrangements with the family friends to spend the holiday with them. :)</p>
<p>Who knows, maybe next time, he’ll take care of it sooner & life will be less stressfull all the way around–or not.</p>
<p>Your son actually called the family friends??? A whole 10 days before Thanksgiving? Amazing…</p>
<p>(I don’t know, it doesn’t sound like he qualifies for “clueless”. The rest of us have sons who start to make Thanksgiving plans on the morning of Thanksgiving day, when they wake up around noon and discover that the dining hall on campus is closed for the holidays).</p>
<p>I think it was the threat of having plane tickets sent to him to spend time where he didn’t want to be that motivated him to get off the dime, otherwise he was perfectly willing to wait until the 11th hour (as he did for nearly all his college apps the year before). Their dorm actually serves Thanksgiving meals, so some folks I believe are just going to stick around the entire weekend, since they have a major football game on Saturday–he plans to be back on campus for it which helped him make the choice to have Thanksgiving as close to campus as possible. 
He’s actually just not the compulsive planner his mom is – do I appear a bit compulsive?</p>
<p>The good thing is he really LIKES the family friends & we saw them quite a bit in the 3 weeks we were all in LA prior to move-in day. We’va also been on two separate 3-week vacations with them, as well as several shorter vacations of a week at a time, so we have many shared happy memories.</p>
<p>Oh my, these are my children! Esp. when they can’t find things right under their noses.</p>
<p>They must get it from DH who says he really needs an aide-de-camp and it’s the truth.</p>
<p>Well, to be truthful, 1 of my 4 kids is NOT an airhead and is pretty reliable for his age. But the others all have great stories told about them.</p>
<p>But not as bad as the daughter of a friend who got lost on her first solo trip to get gas in the car. She must have taken one wrong turn out of the subdivision and then didn’t ask directions. A half hour later, her mom is frantic. Thank goodness for cell phones…</p>
<p>Didn’t know I’d be back so soon! Just went to BMV with airhead son to get his (expired) license renewed. He was carrying his birth cert. & SS card. Halfway home, discussing what he needs to get his (also expired) passport renewed, I realize he’s not holding the papers anymore. Not in his pockets or his wallet or anywhere in the car. Back to the BMV, where they had the papers in an envelope with his name on. </p>
<p>Now that he has a license again, he’s off to the post ofc. to get the passport. He’d better come back with everything he left with!</p>
<p>We aren’t airheads we just have ADD
there are so many other pretty shiny things to look at
Thats why I can’t find my keys- & thats why I got a Palm Pilot ( so I have one place to add all the information from all the scraps of paper in my pockets and the bottom of my purse… I just have to remember to recharge it)</p>
<p>I didn’t know about ADD-when I married my husband- I just knew that he was very very organized. ( or so I thought)
I didn’t realize that ADDers, can * hyperfocus* and often do, but I certainly don’t have any control over what he hyperfocuses on</p>
<p>I think some of the boys will be much better in few years- once their prefrontal lobe settles down
<a href=“http://www.sciammind.com/article.cfm?articleID=0000DDE9-CF31-14C7-8DCC83414B7F0000[/url]”>http://www.sciammind.com/article.cfm?articleID=0000DDE9-CF31-14C7-8DCC83414B7F0000</a></p>
<p>OMG you guys are cracking me up!!!</p>
<p>The only one I can think of right now isn’t nearly as funny though.
I work for a hoity-toity department store chain and so before S left for college I got him his own credit card so if he needed something he could go get it at the store in his town. I explain that my employee number is on the back so that he can use it and get my discount. </p>
<p>A couple weeks ago he calls and says he needs a blazer for a semi-formal dinner they are hosting in his dorm. I say “go to [mom’s employer] and get one! They’ll measure you and do alterations if you need it.” he says “OK”
Then the day of the dinner I talk to him in the morning and he says he’s going to the thrift shop to get a jacket. Huh? I say “Why didn’t you go to [mom’s employer]?” He says “I only have like $50 in my checking acct.”
I say “I gave you a credit card!”
He says “That’s a credit card? I thought it was just a card with your number on it so I could get the discount.”</p>
<p>oy.</p>