There are days,…
When I just wonder if I am going to make it through Donovan’s teen years, much less those of the three still to hit them. There are times when I am so frustrated that I just want to scream, lose my mind, and bang my head against a wall,… not necessarily in that order. There are a few problems with that, however. One, if I screamed as loud and ferociously as I wanted to, I can guarantee that my neighbors would call the police and I do NOT look good in orange prison gear. Second, I am not sure I have much of a mind left to lose. Third, the walls of my apartment are so thin that my head would break through and then I would have to pay for the damage. So I guess I will have to console myself with more coffee, which I love, but just doesn’t relieve the stress involved with dealing with a teen ager. Maybe a little Stoli, but it isn’t even 0730 yet. Hmmmm.
This morning’s drama was as stupid (and as frustrating) as usual. I think it’s level of stupidity that makes it so freakin’ frustrating. It is stupid because not only is the situation a no-brainer, but it is something we go through literally EVERY school day morning. That just amps up the stupidty factor! Dono’s bus is the last one to leave, almost a ½ hour after the younger three. So he gets up at 0615 to shower and get ready. Some how it takes him twice as long to shower as it does all three of his brothers AND me. So by the time he makes it out for breakfast, he usually has less than 15 minutes to eat and get out the door to catch his bus. Herein lies the problem. No matter how much I nag him, he NEVER gets his shit together the night before like everyone else. So at the last minute he is throwing stuff in his bag, grabbing practice clothes and pulling out dirty clothes from the day before. The latter REALLY bugs me, considering I nag him EVERY night to give me those dirty clothes since I start the first load of laundry BEFORE he gets up. And then, when I point out that he really needs to get moving or he will miss the bus, what does he do? You would think that he would move faster, wouldn’t you? Well, you would be wrong. He slows down like a turtle in a molasses sea. It is freakin’ ridiculous. When I call him on it, I get that oh-so-sincere, Donovan-patented, half-assed “sorry”! Yeah, that and $2 and I can go get a cup of coffee. It is just so stupid. How hard is it to take 5 minutes to get your crap together at night? Then he wouldn’t have to rush in the morning and CONSTANTLY miss his bus.
I just get so tired of giving the same lectures over and over again. I shouldn’t have to, especially over such inane bullshit. I tell you, the teenage years SUCK!!