Couple of things going on that I wanted to write about.
The first is the snow. Yeah, it's spitting snow outside. I am beginning to be sick and tired of the snow. I want summer. In fact, I want to make some apple butter just the way that Unauthorized mentioned in her last entry.
I'm feeling a little bit of spring fever - I want dry tar and hard-packed sand that I can walk barefoot on. I want to be able to set my lawn chair out in the yard, run my feet through the grass, and open an ice-cold beer. I want to drive on a clear, sunny morning with an iced-coffee in the drink holder, the windows rolled down, and the radio blasting so that I can sing along at the top of my lungs.
Oh sure, I COULD do most of that now, but it just FEELS different when it's in the summer time.
The second thing that I want to talk about is my son, Aaron.
He messaged his father on Facebook yesterday to say that he had changed his mind about coming home for February vacation, "could you come and get me in Guilford on Friday?"
I'm glad that he decided to come home, but he really needs to get on the ball and give us notice about these things. Now Kev has to get out of work early (Kev works an hour away from here) - rush to Guilford and pick up our son. But, he will, because, well, Aaron IS our son.
That isn't really what bothers me. The thing that bothers me is the fact that my oldest son stole my youngest son's Nintendo DS and then he sold it so that he could buy a Playstation.
Cameron has been looking all over for that DS - one of my girlfriends bought it for him.
Aaron expects that I am going to buy him a record player for his belated X-mas present, but I am going to tell him that the money that I was going to use for the record player, I am going to use and buy Cameron a replacement DS.
I suspect that this will piss Aaron off. I am not looking forward to the exchange at all.
In fact, I am slightly nervous about his coming home, because I feel that I am going to have to "tip-toe" around him. He's techy.
He doesn't want to do ANYTHING but sit on his computer all day and play video games.
He gets angry if I say anything to him or ask him to do anything. He huffs and puffs and says "I should get paid for this shit" when I ask him to wrap the trash or take one of the dogs for a walk.
Isn't that okay? Shouldn't he be expected to do a few chores when he is home? Should he be able to swear at me and tell me that he doesn't have to listen to anything that I say because he is 18 and he is a GUEST IN THIS HOUSE.
I don't know. I need to work this out in my head before tomorrow afternoon.
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