- I started a Thursday post but I was behind from career day on Wednesday so it just did not happen. And yesterday was off anyway; Ash asked for some kind of low carb pizza so on my way home (and mind you, I was already exhausted) I went into Whole foods (not on my route) and found some options for lower carb crusts. I came home and said hi to my son, who was having a fit about some various things. As I assembled two different pizza crusts, Ash got home and my son went off and we hit that point. I’ve done it before where I got irritated by his disrespect and told him I’ll set up the tent in the backyard. But this was the straw, so to speak. We told him to sleep elsewhere last night. (As an aside, the low carb pizzas were not bad but I burned the crap out of my mouth!)
- It sounds extreme to boot him out but backstory: he’s 18 and while a good kid, generally speaking, has a bit of a pot problem that he is actively trying to quit. In that, though, he keeps getting really depressed. I.E. not wanting to take the next step to get a real job (he does work now but it’s food service) and being sort of disrespectful and not grateful for the fact we still let him live here. I realize that in this day and age, kids are not always moving out at 18 but I think he could if he’d just put the effort in. I am also well aware that it’s a tough and confusing time for him, having not chosen college. But sometimes we have to learn the hard way.
- He came home after work and grabbed stuff and went to leave but I couldn’t let him go not knowing where he would end up. He said he was going to a friend’s but couldn’t stay the night and was going to sleep in his car. And he did. He came home at some point in the night and slept in there in the driveway. (Oh, our low was 26 too. Brrr.) We found him there at 6:45 and woke him up. All we wanted was some kind of apology and acknowledgement and it came in the form of a text at 3:45 am. And you know, he’s a good kid today. Thankful, kind. We didn’t talk about it but I think he learned.
- Anyway, the end of Catholic Schools Week was reserved for a service day so I met my designated group up the road at the church and spent nearly 4 hours deep cleaning classrooms. I Magic Erasered the walls of 11 rooms! My arm is officially no longer a functioning part of my body, I fear. That was a lot!
- It was raining when we finished at 12 and I went to the store for what I thought would be my first carb-heavy meal of the day but I ended up just getting some non-breaded chicken wings. I got home and was excited to dig in, when I saw the school clinic number pop up. Apparently, my daughter’s cavity-ridden tooth – which we’d been just waiting to fall out, at the urging of the dentist – fell apart as she ate a pretzel. She’s not in too much pain, which is good since her dentist isn’t actually open on Fridays. I called and left a message for the on-call dentist but haven’t heard back. It is always something, right? Sigh. Anyway, I am grading papers (after about a 20 minute nap) and cannot wait until I can actually feel like it’s Friday. Ash is outside building one of those propane heater lamps. We have a beer festival to pour at tomorrow and the high is only 35 but it’s going to be windy. I think it was a good call to buy one!
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18 is a tough age – I remember it being for me, and then when I had kids that age. Sounds like he knows what’s what, and hopefully you all get through the rough patch.
We’re forecast to be mid 50s tomorrow. I’m ready!