Dinner with Lad: We met Lad for dinner last weekend. He talks to Coach, but he hadn't been speaking to me. At dinner, I informed him that I was the one who'd suggested (secretly) to Coach that we assist Lad in buying a house because I sensed he'd do so with or without our assistance (and by assistance, I mean possibly help with the down payment - but mostly be involved in the house hunting so that he didn't end up buying something with zero resale value in a not so fab area, that wouldn't pass an inspection).
Coach refused, which was not entirely unreasonable, and here we are: our son owns a shit-hole house infested with mice, plagued with plumbing issues, a broken washing machine, no garage, and no basement. He spent so much on it that he'll NEVER break even. IF he's lucky enough to be able to sell it someday.
And I'm the parent he won't talk to.
Lad admitted that he's still upset that I accused him of not being an adult. I knew that this was the thing that set him off. At dinner, I rattled off a list of his behaviors and asked him is those sounded very adult-like. He agreed. Nope, they didn't.
It was an uncomfortable meal. He wept at times. I pointed out that his lack of gratitude for everything we've done for him, along with his lack of consideration were very challenging. He's burned out selling cars and wants to make a career change. Hmm, couldn't see that coming.
|Ed in the middle showing Coach and|
Reg a Michael Jordan video on his phone.
Thank heavens our family room
can accommodate tall folks.
I wanted to say THAT'S CALLED ANXIETY, but I refrained.
Medication discussion did come up.
Us: YOU HAVEN'T GIVEN IT A TRY. THERE ARE LOTS OF OPTIONS.
Lad: I TRIED - REMEMBER? I TOOK (old ADD meds that he found in the cabinet at home) MEDS. *Insert BIG EYEROLL.
Us: That DOESN'T count.
Are we shocked that he didn't leave during the free meal? Nope.
Another dog house son: I'm looking at you, Reg. He had a project due: make a mobile of himself. *This teacher isn't known for challenging his students. I had piles of photos ready.
I was at Curly's volleyball game. He called to say he needed stuff from Michael's.
As I wandered the store, I called, suggesting he repurpose an old, over the door basketball hoop (coat hangers weren't allowed) to create his mobile. He located one - perfect.
BTW - I could dedicate a whole post to the many over-the-door b-ball hoops we owned and how often they were decimated by eager, slam-dunking, carried-away pre-teen boys.
I also told him where to find a spool of orange plastic lacing from when I was a kindergarten room mom. Note: only signed up for that nonsense once. NEVER again. Thank goodness I hadn't Marie Kondo-ed the spool. I left the store without purchasing anything, which was great BUT I ALSO LEFT A STORE I'D DRIVEN TO FOR NO REASON.
Who can tell that I have
no fitting photos
for this post? Is there
than a baby giraffe though?
this at our zoo recently.
I stopped to buy bread on the way home. I created a mini-grocery list in my head, so I didn't have to shop on grocery day. The store didn't have my Greek yogurt. Well, I thought they did but when I got home I realized it was the same brand, but NOT the Greek variety.
At home, I tried to hole punch Reg's photos. I own a hole punch, but I was VERY frustrated when I didn't find it. The project could be completed without one, but not the point.
Should Reg have done this project, or at least started it, before he went to the away football game Friday night? Before he went to his friend's lake house for Labor Day weekend? Before he spent an entire afternoon the day before hanging with friends after he asked a girl to homecoming? Yes, he SHOULD'VE.
BUT HEY - I'm glad . . . Honestly, Lad showing up again makes my heart happy. Last night, he came for dinner. I'd suggested to him when we met at the restaurant: Start coming over for dinner on Sunday evenings. Baby steps.
I'm also glad Reg's excited about homecoming and that the girl he's taking is a fun friend.
Last year he asked the egg carton girl on the corner. (scroll to 'present day' in this long post for the egg carton story). They're friends. Her family was involved in Reg's ask. Her sis even encouraged him to ask her.
Egg carton said NO. The next day: YES. Then back to NO. She didn't want anyone to think they were dating.
Well, that sucked. Days before the dance, Tank was in town and he, Reg, and I were at Curly's volleyball game.
Reg: How long does it take to order a corsage? *apparently, egg carton girl was still contemplating YES. I almost fell off the bleachers.
Tank: DUDE, HAVE SOME SELF RESPECT. YOU'RE NOT TAKING HER TO THE DANCE. IT'S NOT AN OPTION ANYMORE. GEEZ.
Anyone ready to put someone in the dog house? What are you glad about on this Monday? Do you remember the egg carton story?