I love all of my followers and appreciate all of your comments. I try to read you all each day. However, at work, we have dinosaur computers that don't like when I open some of your blogs. Some make my 'puter crash. When I get home at night, I try to get caught up with as many of you as I can. Please understand sometimes that is nearly impossible, since all of you rock!
For my new followers I just don't want anyone to think I am the type of person to post and post and never comment. For my faithfuls, I appreciate your understanding and just know I try!
He cooks, he is semi-respectful, irresponsible, helpful when he is in trouble (which is a LOT lately), doesn't listen, doesn't learn from his mistakes, thinks he can do whatever he wants when he wants, got in an accident about a month ago that was his fault and doesn't know how to use his phone to talk to us.
I just don't understand why he can't understand the fine art of communication.
He keeps "forgetting" to communicate with us about going places that were not previously discussed/given permission to do.
On a Friday a while back, he drove himself and his sister to the homecoming game. He was to come home right after. My husband and I were out. My daughter had tried to call 3 times after the dance, because she was locked out of the house, being chewed up by mosquitoes. Apparently, The Boy had made sure she had a ride home, and then took his now ex-girlfriend home. Did he call? NO! He figured because she had a ride home, he was free to do whatever he pleased. We restricted his driving to going to and from work and school.
2 days later we had a tornado WARNING in our area. One had touched down right down the street from where I lived. I got home from work, "The Boy" wasn't home. I figured he went to work. My husband came home and asked where he was. Tiffany (my daughter) informed us that he had gone to the bank to get a money order. Did he call? NO! Had he had the common decency to call, we would have told him NO stay put! Because there are FREAKIN TORNADOES TOUCHING DOWN. We could not reach him on his cell phone, it went right to voicemail. We were flipping out. This is a day after he was in the aforementioned accident.
So he comes home and we ripped him a new one. His response? "My phone was dead." He could have used his sisters phone.
I was DONE. I wanted to take his phone. But my husband says, "He needs it" I said, "WHY? He doesn't use it to call us when he should."
Karma is a bitch he lost his phone at school the next day.
Here it is a month later. He was failing English at progress report time. We told him, any failing grade at report card time.. life as he knows it is over! His truck will be repo'd (by us), except to go to work and school and places we are too lazy to drive ourselves. No phone, no laptop, but most importantly of all NO SOCIAL LIFE! I guess he didn't think we were serious.. this past report card, he got an F in English. Why? "Because I didn't do 'Word of the Day', it's stupid!" BUT IT'S AN EASY FUCKING 'A'!
Apparently we don't ground him as much as we should, because he doesn't grasp the concept. I will leave that to tomorrow's post though..so tune in tomorrow for part 2 of "Please take The Boy before I lose my mind"
I was NEVER like this (Just don't ask my mom, she'll lie to you)
I ask again... does anyone want my 17 year old boy? Fast forward (if you want) to minute 2:17 for "The Boy"