To wake my ass up.
Like today.
I went to bed early last night, so I got a good nights sleep. I did, for about three hours. And then, the oldest spawn came home, with friends…They were NOT quiet. I am fairly tolerant, as I have said before, I would rather them be here than on the streets or drinking and driving. But Jesus H. Christ… my patience is waning. I am not good with losing sleep because of my generosity. They are lucky I didn’t have to work today, it would not have been pretty.
As it went, I texted him about an hour and a half into it, and said… “Seriously, don’t make me come down there and kill you.” Bad parenting? Probably. Effective, probably not. About 20 minutes after I texted him…someone came to the front door, no kidding. And knocked. When no one answered the door, they even rang the bell. So now, my dog is in my other son’s room barking his face off, there is more knocking, and I am laying in bed, knowing full well…if I get up. I am going to be a raging crazy bitch. I stay in bed. It quieted down a little bit after that. I think I only jolted out of my sleep one more time.
I slept until my youngest came home at 9:37 am. He missed out on all the fun as he was at a sleep over at his buddies house. I thought maybe he peed the bed getting home that early, but no, his buddy had to go cut wood, so he was delivered home. At least I slept in a little I suppose. Not that it matters to me as long as I actually get some sleep, I like being up early and puttering around. Not an option this morning as there are
various bodies all over my basement.
You have no idea how hard I had to hold back from stomping around the upstairs, putting laundry in and cranking the stereo up to about 10…like Country Music, something really twangy. I think I have some Kenny Rogers hanging around here somewhere. It would be worth the torture to have to listen to it…
But no…I didn’t.
I am rethinking the $100 a month I am charging him because he is barely here, doesn’t cover the pain and suffering I am enduring. Should be worth about $250 the way I feel today.
He better think about that…
it’s coming.
