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flutterbee
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We are in the middle of a snow storm. easy child is almost 17 and his friend, R, is 17. They were hellbent on walking down to the end of the street to McDonald's.
Let me back up. I wake up to Devon telling me they are going sledding. I wasn't even fully awake and I asked him how he was going to get there. They were going to drive. No, you're not. Why not, he asks. We argue about that, then he says, 'fine. we'll walk.' Then I ask him where they are going to go sledding. He tells me the place and I tell him that you can't sled there. He asks why not. Ummm..because they have signs up that say NO SLEDDING. Oh.
So, then they are determined they are going to go to McDonald's. He thinks they are going to drive. I told him that not only could we not get the car out of the driveway, there's a level 3 snow emergency. They're not driving. It's a level 3 for a reason - because it's dangerous. You can get ticketed or even taken to jail for driving. Besides, I told them that I doubted McDonald's would even be open.
They're determined. They want an adventure. McDonald's is down at the end of the street so they're going to walk. Fine.
They call me later to tell me that McDonald's was open, but they had to walk through the drive-thru (the lobby is closed, but the drive thru is open during a level 3 snow emergency...whatever) and as they felt successful about that, they were going to Kroger. They were already on their way. I could not get them to turn around. We're fine, Mom, blah, blah, blah. I told them if something happened I wouldn't be able to get to them and to call 911. Sigh.
They call me from Kroger feeling victorious. Not only was Kroger open there were people shopping. They said they were going to hang out for a few hours and get a ride home with D who was working and who is another semi-resident of mine. They got there at 2:00.
Devon just calls me and wants me to come pick them up. I tell him I can't. Why not. Because I can't get the car out of the driveway. I told you this a dozen times. No, you didn't. Yes I did. Stop yelling at me, Mom. Well, I told you not to go, I told you I couldn't come get you. We hang up.
I calm down for a few minutes and call back. R answers. I ask him how they are going to get home. He gets really snotty and says, well, I guess we're going to have to walk. I asked him about the ride with D. He said that wasn't going to happen. Why not. Real snotty again, Because we're not going to ask D's manager for a ride home. I told him to give the phone to Devon.
I told Devon that I told them not to go. I told him that I wouldn't be able to get him. I told him that it was a level 3 emergency for a reason and that it didn't apply to everyone BUT us. I told him I resented him expecting me to come get him when I told him repeatedly that I couldn't and that I really resented R's attitude. That kid is here everyday and I haul his butt all over the place.
They're going to be cold, wet and tired when they get back. Too bad.
Let me back up. I wake up to Devon telling me they are going sledding. I wasn't even fully awake and I asked him how he was going to get there. They were going to drive. No, you're not. Why not, he asks. We argue about that, then he says, 'fine. we'll walk.' Then I ask him where they are going to go sledding. He tells me the place and I tell him that you can't sled there. He asks why not. Ummm..because they have signs up that say NO SLEDDING. Oh.
So, then they are determined they are going to go to McDonald's. He thinks they are going to drive. I told him that not only could we not get the car out of the driveway, there's a level 3 snow emergency. They're not driving. It's a level 3 for a reason - because it's dangerous. You can get ticketed or even taken to jail for driving. Besides, I told them that I doubted McDonald's would even be open.
They're determined. They want an adventure. McDonald's is down at the end of the street so they're going to walk. Fine.
They call me later to tell me that McDonald's was open, but they had to walk through the drive-thru (the lobby is closed, but the drive thru is open during a level 3 snow emergency...whatever) and as they felt successful about that, they were going to Kroger. They were already on their way. I could not get them to turn around. We're fine, Mom, blah, blah, blah. I told them if something happened I wouldn't be able to get to them and to call 911. Sigh.
They call me from Kroger feeling victorious. Not only was Kroger open there were people shopping. They said they were going to hang out for a few hours and get a ride home with D who was working and who is another semi-resident of mine. They got there at 2:00.
Devon just calls me and wants me to come pick them up. I tell him I can't. Why not. Because I can't get the car out of the driveway. I told you this a dozen times. No, you didn't. Yes I did. Stop yelling at me, Mom. Well, I told you not to go, I told you I couldn't come get you. We hang up.
I calm down for a few minutes and call back. R answers. I ask him how they are going to get home. He gets really snotty and says, well, I guess we're going to have to walk. I asked him about the ride with D. He said that wasn't going to happen. Why not. Real snotty again, Because we're not going to ask D's manager for a ride home. I told him to give the phone to Devon.
I told Devon that I told them not to go. I told him that I wouldn't be able to get him. I told him that it was a level 3 emergency for a reason and that it didn't apply to everyone BUT us. I told him I resented him expecting me to come get him when I told him repeatedly that I couldn't and that I really resented R's attitude. That kid is here everyday and I haul his butt all over the place.
They're going to be cold, wet and tired when they get back. Too bad.