TerryJ2
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I want to strangle him.
First, he's got three Fs in school.
Second, he's not working and hasn't gone in to check the schedule.
Third, he had a dental appointment today and ... that's the rest of the story.
He has a new friend, supposedly just a friend, who is a girl (forgive me if I already explained this). She is a senior and a straight A student. She has a car. She got her license at the same time difficult child did. She is Muslim and wears a hijab.
difficult child's girlfriend--the one he's supposedly in love with and has been dating for 2-1/2 hrs--does not know that H. comes over to the house a couple of times a wk by herself. (Neither do H's parents. Gulp.)
So today, I took my cousin, P, from the nursing home to the pain management doctor. I decided to swing by the house so she could use the bathroom, and to see where difficult child was. He had a dental appointment. and every time I tried to call him, he said his phone battery was about to die.
Not a good sign.
He and H. were in the living room and I said hello and asked him about the phone. He said he hadn't charged it up yet. It was 3:30 and I can guarantee they were here by 2:30. He had plenty of time to charge it up.
I told them that Cousin P was here and said, "Oh, H can meet her!"
difficult child said, "NO!"
(Cousin P is a former actress and quite flamboyant, has flaming orange/red hair, and she's always in pain from a tailbone that never healed because she became dependent upon oxycodone. She gives difficult child a dollar or two when she sees him.)
difficult child put on his coat and said he was going to leave. I said, "Oh, that's H's car in the driveway. She can take you to the dentist. You'll be early!"
She laughed and said, "Oh, okay," in surprise, and took off after difficult child, laughing.
I took P back to the nursing home, which took about an hour. Just as I was leaving her room, I got a call on my cell ph from the dentist office. "Is difficult child okay? He didn't show up for his appointment."
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Of course, he didn't answer his phone. Nor did he answer the home phone.
I was furious.
I left a msg on the home phone, and he called a few min. later.
"I just got home. I had to walk from Chic filet. H dropped me off there and had to go home. She's in trouble."
"That makes two of you," I said.
Chic filet is about 4 miles away. The dentist's ofc is 1 mile away. It's right on the way to Chic filet. I asked difficult child why he didn't have H drop him off on the corner and just walk there. "We didn't know what to do!" he said. "She was late and in trouble."
This, from a kid who argued, "I'm 18 and can do whatever I want."
"So why are you just calling me now?" (After 5:30) "Because I just got home and got my phone charged up."
Mmm-hmm. He hears my message on the home phone machine, but can't use that same phone to call me earlier. I really don't know, or care, what to believe.
We argued a bit when I got home (I try not to argue, but after an entire day with P, who is covered with-urine and hasn't washed her hair in a month, but I washed her hair by tricking her as she washed her hands, and got her in clean clothes, but then she smelled like poop so I was not in a good mood)--I told him that he had to do ALL of his homework tonight and that I was checking it (IOW, everything he's been missing for a month), "You've been making poor choices, one right after the other. You want to be an adult, you want to graduate from HS, you want a car, right? That's all there is to it."
"I just don't like the tone of voice you're using," he retorted.
"I'm upset and I deserve to be."
For some reason, he got the hint and shut up.
Oh, time for his medications. He keeps forgetting. We found a bunch of lithium and Concerta next to his bed yesterday. He spits it out when husband isn't looking. That explains his crummy moods. Talk about poor decision making.![Er... what? o_O o_O](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7)
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First, he's got three Fs in school.
Second, he's not working and hasn't gone in to check the schedule.
Third, he had a dental appointment today and ... that's the rest of the story.
He has a new friend, supposedly just a friend, who is a girl (forgive me if I already explained this). She is a senior and a straight A student. She has a car. She got her license at the same time difficult child did. She is Muslim and wears a hijab.
difficult child's girlfriend--the one he's supposedly in love with and has been dating for 2-1/2 hrs--does not know that H. comes over to the house a couple of times a wk by herself. (Neither do H's parents. Gulp.)
So today, I took my cousin, P, from the nursing home to the pain management doctor. I decided to swing by the house so she could use the bathroom, and to see where difficult child was. He had a dental appointment. and every time I tried to call him, he said his phone battery was about to die.
Not a good sign.
He and H. were in the living room and I said hello and asked him about the phone. He said he hadn't charged it up yet. It was 3:30 and I can guarantee they were here by 2:30. He had plenty of time to charge it up.
I told them that Cousin P was here and said, "Oh, H can meet her!"
difficult child said, "NO!"
(Cousin P is a former actress and quite flamboyant, has flaming orange/red hair, and she's always in pain from a tailbone that never healed because she became dependent upon oxycodone. She gives difficult child a dollar or two when she sees him.)
difficult child put on his coat and said he was going to leave. I said, "Oh, that's H's car in the driveway. She can take you to the dentist. You'll be early!"
She laughed and said, "Oh, okay," in surprise, and took off after difficult child, laughing.
I took P back to the nursing home, which took about an hour. Just as I was leaving her room, I got a call on my cell ph from the dentist office. "Is difficult child okay? He didn't show up for his appointment."
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Of course, he didn't answer his phone. Nor did he answer the home phone.
I was furious.
I left a msg on the home phone, and he called a few min. later.
"I just got home. I had to walk from Chic filet. H dropped me off there and had to go home. She's in trouble."
"That makes two of you," I said.
Chic filet is about 4 miles away. The dentist's ofc is 1 mile away. It's right on the way to Chic filet. I asked difficult child why he didn't have H drop him off on the corner and just walk there. "We didn't know what to do!" he said. "She was late and in trouble."
This, from a kid who argued, "I'm 18 and can do whatever I want."
"So why are you just calling me now?" (After 5:30) "Because I just got home and got my phone charged up."
Mmm-hmm. He hears my message on the home phone machine, but can't use that same phone to call me earlier. I really don't know, or care, what to believe.
We argued a bit when I got home (I try not to argue, but after an entire day with P, who is covered with-urine and hasn't washed her hair in a month, but I washed her hair by tricking her as she washed her hands, and got her in clean clothes, but then she smelled like poop so I was not in a good mood)--I told him that he had to do ALL of his homework tonight and that I was checking it (IOW, everything he's been missing for a month), "You've been making poor choices, one right after the other. You want to be an adult, you want to graduate from HS, you want a car, right? That's all there is to it."
"I just don't like the tone of voice you're using," he retorted.
"I'm upset and I deserve to be."
For some reason, he got the hint and shut up.
Oh, time for his medications. He keeps forgetting. We found a bunch of lithium and Concerta next to his bed yesterday. He spits it out when husband isn't looking. That explains his crummy moods. Talk about poor decision making.
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