So I have one of those teenagers...... He's a really good kid, honest! So why do I have the desire to drive him somewhere, push him out of a moving vehicle, and punch the accelerator?
I remember being a teenager. I remember how badly I hated my parents almost 24/7. I remember feeling like nobody really understood me or what I was going through. (a little self centered I suppose). I remember how hard it was just being a teenager. But that's mostly because my family was/is CRAZY! I don't mean the funny haha crazy, I mean the certifiable, loony bin, batshit, kind of crazy.
Fortunately my teenmonster doesn't really have that excuse. Ok, so I'm slightly crazy, but I have convinced myself that it's the charming, isn't she cute kind of crazy. The hubster says he's glad he got the 80% sane one of my family. I'm thinking I'm more like 81.5% but who's counting?
Anywhore, that teenmonster: could give a shit less about anything except: xbox, myspace, and cell phone. He's failing 4 classes-including Art! Yes, fucking Art! How in the hell can you fail Art, you ask? Don't turn in shit, that's how.
I don't know how long I can do this. I can certainly drop him off at your house anytime.