They set things on fire, they lie, cheat and steal, they find farts hysterical, love cartoon movies, have an answer for everything, always think they are right and can turn the tables on you in the midst of any argument where you have been wronged. I love them, but I just don't get them. Not even a teeny, tiny bit.
And with that being said, please let me say that single moms....you have my absolute respect. I have had a big enough dose of single parenting lately to know that I salute those of you who do this every single day of your lives. I hate it. I hate it even more working full time. I love, love, love my job, but trying to single parent around nine hours a day? Not fun at all.
Last week The Lawyer set fire to a trash can outside from a cigarette butt my sister in law left in the outside ashtray. He decided he wanted to know what would happen if he set fire to a plastic bag that was in the trash can. Well, he found out. It melted the trash can. Thankfully, a neighbor came down to help put it out and then his wife proceeded to make me feel like a terrible mother, offering to let The Lawyer be in her daycare for an hour a day for $20 a week because "he is obviously lonely and trying to get attention." Gimme a break-he is home for an hour and fifteen minutes before I get here; he was just being a boy and I kicked his butt for it.
The second part of The Genius story is that he did not just drop out of Credit Recovery because of track. Noooo...he dropped out of track too so he could walk to his friend's house in the west end of town every day when he was "at practice." So he is currently under a microscope and he is grounded from his phone and life until he passes this class and gets his Biology grade up to at least a 75% which is what he needs to pass for the year.
The Lawyer fried his phone in the bathtub because he talks to his great grandma on the phone at bath time so it was just waiting to happen. He, of course, blamed it on the cat. Go figure.
The Brit has been gone more than he has been home, thus my salute to single moms. I don't think anyone has any idea of what we do and what we have to deal with when we are on our own. There is no down time. By the time the kids are in bed, the lunches are packed, the house is semi-cleanish, and the pets are taken care of, we are too freakin' exhausted to do anything more than go to bed so we can wake up and do it all over again. Men often come home and when they walk in the door, they are done for the day. They sit down to dinner and move from there to the television. This is not my life. Not when there are meals for the next day to think of, laundry to do, dishes to deal with (the men in my house think we have gnomes who do the cups and spoons they just lay in the sink when they are finished...a huge pet peeve of mine. It seems to just be an assumption that I will do them. I mean, how else will they get done?), grocery shopping to do, yard work, etc. All the stuff that HAS to be done.
I tried not to complain about any of this when I was 20 hours a week, but it is harder to keep my thoughts to myself at 40 hours a week. I just wish there was more help.
Next week is Tod's show "1776" and I am looking forward to a night out...again with my kids...but with some friends as well.
The dog is the light of my life at the moment. He is a constant companion who does not argue with me. His name should have been Houdini as we cannot seem to confine him to the computer room to go anywhere. He is left alone VERY rarely. He has so far eaten though a gate, knocked one over and crawled under another. Yesterday, The Brit cut a door off and put it on hinges to keep him in there but today when the kids and I went to church, he jumped the door. Nothing funnier though than pulling up in front of the house and seeing his handsome head pop up from where he is laying in front of the door. Too cute and he has so far not been destructive so I guess we will give him the downstairs on a test run for Tod's show!
Hoping my week is uneventful as that would be a great chance of venue for me!