Children

Sometimes it is so difficult to write when you have children. This morning I got on a half hour ago to write and my son made the whole task almost completely impossible for me. He is 12 and still can not seem to get ready for school without me staying on him or complaining the entire way. He was supposed to wake up an hour ago. Almost one hour later, he is still in his pajamas and I have to leave in less than 5 minutes to drive him to school. He has spent the last hour complaining he needs new shoes because the white part that goes around the shoe is stained. Not because there is actually something wrong with the shoes, because the white rubber that goes around the shoe is stained. I can't afford another pair at least until next weekend, but that's not good enough, he needs them now according to him. This little obsession he has over his shoes is beginning to drive me nuts.

Then his next complaint is he needs new chap stick. But, I was prepared for that one. I always keep extra chap stick in the house, because he goes through a chap stick in about two weeks. I don't even know how that is possible.

Kids just don't seem to understand that adults have to pay their bills before filling a need that is not an immediate need. 

They Never Listen

I don't know what it is about my children, but they act like everything I tell them is a joke. This morning I told my son to take his lanyard out of his pocket and put it in his back pack, because he was going to lose it with the lanyard hanging out his pocket. He looked at me and gave me an annoyed look when I told him. Then when we get up to the school, he get's out of the truck and reaches for his lanyard. Well, it was gone and was no where to be found. I had to drive back to the house and look for it and back to the school again to look for it in the parking lot before dropping my daughter off at the bus stop. The lanyard with his school ID was gone. I am sure it will show up somewhere, but for now he had to go to school without his ID. Somehow, he will manage to try and tell me, it had nothing to do with it hanging out of his pocket and he doesn't know how he lost it.