Teenagers

Dozer, My Dozer.

Arguing with a teenager is like nailing jello to the wall. Actually, I think the jello would be easier to deal with.

Last night, at 11:57pm he asks if he can take the car (the ONE vehicle we have at the moment) to hang out with his GF. He graciously offered to drive his sister in for her appointment...around the plans he had made for staying in town all day. 5 trips to town and back later, he "might" be able to work on the yard. A little. If its not to hot. Or windy. Or looks like it might rain. Or if hes got a headache. Or needed a nap. Or it was Monday, or something equally important.

Yea, no.

He thinks I'm unreasonable, unfair. I think hes just being a lazy ass. I'm the mom, I win. He stomped off to bed, and I slept well.

This morning, Blondie- who can't stand him any other time, starts to pick a fight with me about him being able to drive her. Hmmmmm. Fishy much? And then he gets up...without being bribed or threatened.

Teenagers teaming up? No good can come from this!!