Grow the Fuck Up

[honeystix]

I'm ready to slap Matthew and my mother. Apparently, it's my fault that Matthew's cat didn't get her medication today because I "can't just suddenly stop giving her her meds and expect Matthew to be responsible." Yeah, Mom actually said that. I've been telling him since Day 1 nearly two weeks ago that he needs to be responsible to her medications.

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[dani_california]

Jesus. I don't EVEN.

Matthew would not last five minutes around my mom, I don't think. I love that woman, but she puts the fear of God in me.

[honeystix]

Can I PLEASE send him to live with you? Just for a week? I would dearly love for someone to beat some sense into him.

[dani_california]

The week before Thanksgiving?

...That's actually a good idea. But he's not sharing my bed.

[honeystix]

That would be so awesome.

Dude, this is the boy who won't even bathe without being reminded 20 times. Of course I wouldn't make you share a bed with him. That's just gross. If you had a barn, I would recommend that you stick him in there for the night.

[roie]

Okay so it starts with him forgetting to give Midnight her medicine, and then he "forgets" to fill out applications for college, and then he "forgets" to go to class when he finally (barely) makes it into college, and then...he "forgets" to take finals and flunks.

Who's fault will it be then?
Maybe he "forgot" to look both ways at a stop sign and damages someone's car. I mean, his small irresponsibility now are going to add up to dramatic possibly life changing deals later.

I don't get parents who constantly make excuses for their lazy kids. You're not helping anyone by doing that.

[honeystix]

I don't even. He's barely responsible for anything around here, and what responsibilities he does have, he puts off or ignores for eternity.

At this rate, car accidents won't be an issue because he doesn't have the drive to even start driver's ed, thank god. Even if he did, he wouldn't keep up with it beyond maybe a day (if that) and end up flunking out. I dread the day he starts driving.

In a way, I understand my mom. She's been fighting with Matthew since he was a frickin' toddler. She's burnt out by now. Still, she can't just give up like this.

[subluxate]

Oh MATTHEW. I shouldn't even be surprised anymore, but I am.

(What's Teddy getting treatment for?)

[honeystix]

I've decided that I'm done with him. I will let him fail. I'm so tired of stressing over what he has or has not done -- getting up for school on time, doing his homework, staying up way too late -- whatever it is, I will just ignore it and let him fail unless it directly impacts me. Shit like leaving all the housework for me to take care of WILL NOT STAND.

(Nothing dire. Teddy got another hot spot between the pads of his right rear foot. The fur between their toes attracts and holds moisture, which makes Golden retrievers prone to hot spots. We have to keep Teddy's feet dry, and one of his meds helps with that.)

[sunsetsinthewes]

YOUR MOTHER. Her reality is not the same as actual reality, I swear.

[honeystix]

DUDE. She got all offended after she said that I couldn't "expect Matthew to suddenly be responsible for..." and I said "Oh, right, because he's Matthew and he's not responsible for anything." Apparently it's not okay to call him out on his complete lack of drive to do anything other than screw around on his computer because it might offend him, or some shit like that.

Oh, and after that happened? Matthew stormed off and refused to medicate his cat. POINT. FUCKING. PROVEN.

[sunsetsinthewes]

I seriously can't handle being around that kid, ever. God, I just... UGH, so sorry.