My son just watched me type that title and said, “Hey!!!”
I replied, “How do you know I’m talking about you?”
“Who else would it be?”
“I could be talking about snails in the garden?” I asked trying to sound convincing. He didn’t believe me. And rightly so.
Cross country conditioning begins, er, began Monday. They are behind already and it’s only been three days. I was surprised they let me take them to get their hair cut yesterday, since the only thing they want to do is lay around.
Whatever happened to independence or helping mom, since they have this newly acquired drivers license? Is there a reason they can’t now go get their haircut on their own? Or run to the store for eggs, or flour? Apparently those aren’t driving worthy.
Yesterday afternoon a fight broke out over God only knows what. I was on the phone trying to straighten out the loan for my dad’s car, letting them know it was for sale, and the lady on the phone could hear them, even though they were upstairs.
I said, “I’m gonna run away.” She laughed. I said, “It’s only the first day of summer.” She laughed even harder. I found nothing funny whatsoever in this.
So, today I printed off the running schedule. It’s time for the slugs to become bunnies. That will use up all that excess energy, and maybe there will be some peace. Why can’t teenage boys stop deviling each other? It’s the mystery of the day…