Posted in Life in the Crazy House

On Sunday mornings my son has to go up to the vet's where he works to feed the animals some time between 7:00 and 8:00.  Around 7:20 my husband woke up and asked me if David had gone yet.  I hadn't heard anyone up and about so I told him I hadn't heard him and that I would go up and make sure he was up.

Well...my husband told me not to go.  After all, our son is 17 and he needs to learn responsibility.  Now this is a new thing for me.  As a homeschool mom, I have to say it has been hard to let the kids grow up and become responsible to a certain degree.  I mean, in many ways they are far more responsible than their public school counterparts, but in others, they are not.  If they lost a book, I was the one to look for it.  I am always asking them if they have their work done, and, though it is the world's hardest job, I am the one to get them up in the mornings.

So, hubby and I argued a bit and I lay their fantasizing about him sleeping until noon and then getting fired.  Finally Dave admitted that he wasn't going to let him sleep too late, but I guess just late enough to teach him a lesson.  So up the stairs he went. 

And wouldn't ya know?  The bed was empty!  David has long since gone to work!   Not much later he came home, oblivious to the problems he had caused!  Kids these days.  Always getting their parents worked up.  The nerve of that boy! 

~The Crazy Mom