Eurrrrggghhh
Another one of "those" days. Ugh. The kid randomly forgets how to dress himself. Everything this time, pants, shirt and shoes. And of course, my helping is not appreciated, but it's that or he goes to school naked. Or with his pants on his head, shirt on his bottom, and shoes in his hands. e.e; Creative, but not really scholastic.
I've got the older boy good and pissed off, too. He lives with his grandmother, working and going to school. He doesn't want to drive. Grandma wants him to drive. I don't care. I mean, whatever, right? It's eco friendly, saves money, safer, bla bla bla.
HOWEVER. Grandma DOES care. Much screaming, yelling, complaining, psychiatry, etc, has gone into this campaign of hers. Of course, the more she yells, the more determined he is not to do it. Finally, I snapped.
I was pretty concise and to the point, I'm freaking tired of this stupid argument. He will practice driving for a week or two. He will take his written test and pass. THEN I will be there (woo hoo all the way to Valencia, that's a two hour drive), for his driving test. AND HE WILL PASS.
THEN? I don't give a damn if he never drives again, he'll have his bloody license and the gods shall be pleased and Grandma will have to suck it up if he refuses.
Cripes. The joys of dealing with surly teenagers cleverly disguised as functioning, employed, adults.
I've got the older boy good and pissed off, too. He lives with his grandmother, working and going to school. He doesn't want to drive. Grandma wants him to drive. I don't care. I mean, whatever, right? It's eco friendly, saves money, safer, bla bla bla.
HOWEVER. Grandma DOES care. Much screaming, yelling, complaining, psychiatry, etc, has gone into this campaign of hers. Of course, the more she yells, the more determined he is not to do it. Finally, I snapped.
I was pretty concise and to the point, I'm freaking tired of this stupid argument. He will practice driving for a week or two. He will take his written test and pass. THEN I will be there (woo hoo all the way to Valencia, that's a two hour drive), for his driving test. AND HE WILL PASS.
THEN? I don't give a damn if he never drives again, he'll have his bloody license and the gods shall be pleased and Grandma will have to suck it up if he refuses.
Cripes. The joys of dealing with surly teenagers cleverly disguised as functioning, employed, adults.