ladyserenity
03-14-2001, 11:32 PM
OK, it's around 11:30pm. I'm getting ready to finish up here and go to bed. My 16 year old son says "What did you do with my band shirt? I can't find it anywhere." I look at him, ask him which band shirt, and get a non-specific reply. He's walking back and forth, looking all over (almost all over) mumbling and grumbling. I look over to where he had piled up a shirt after I cut his hair the other night, pointed at it, and asked, "What's that?" Sheepishly he said, "My shirt." Then he wants me to wash it. One shirt does not a load of clothes make. One piece by one piece he grabs dirty clothes and asks if they can be washed together. I tell him I am not going to start a load of clothes tonight.
Well my goodness, you'd think the world was coming to an end. No good-night, nothing but attitude.
I guess I forgot that on the contract I signed when he was born was "slave at all hours of the day and night forever."
OK, I feel better for having ranted...now I'm going to go tell him good-night... {angel}
force him to be nice! LOL
Well my goodness, you'd think the world was coming to an end. No good-night, nothing but attitude.
I guess I forgot that on the contract I signed when he was born was "slave at all hours of the day and night forever."
OK, I feel better for having ranted...now I'm going to go tell him good-night... {angel}
force him to be nice! LOL