Today is a coffee day.
Great One, xtra xtra xtra cream.
It's 4:45. I've been up for hours. It's raining outside, fourth day. I'd go in to work early, except I don't have any way of getting there.
On Friday, when Sean got the plates for his new car, he drove my Honda to work and drove his Mitsubishi home. Or wherever.
I had driven Paul's Suburu to work on Monday, after I brought him to the airport and then drove my work truck for the rest of the week.
So here I was on Friday, with two cars to drive home. The Suburu and the Civic. I drove the Civic home, thinking we could take a drive over the weekend to pick up the Suburu. Paul suggested we go in to work together on Monday, and he could get his Suburu then. Made sense.
What we didn't plan for was Sean breaking his car. He says someone was passing in the opposite lane on a curve and he drove off the road to avoid a head on. I say I have more reason to believe something else, like he was going too fast for conditions, and drove off the road. He definately drove off the road. His car was COVERED in swamp goop. He called a friend to help pull his car out. They pulled from the rear wheel sway bar or something, and in any event, the car is undriveable now.
I feel like feeding him to the lions.
Accidents happen. I can get past that. It's the whining victim, "who is going to solve my problem now?" attitude that makes me want to eat my foot. It's the not being able to believe him.
So today he has school, and he was asked to work after school on my site, cleaning up. (Today and tomorrow). Paul has work. I have work. There is one car sitting in the driveway. (we don't count the truck, it's on its last leg). We are going to be playing musical cars today. Its going to be a tense drive into work this morning. If Sean values one hair on his head, he best not be trying to make conversation. In fact, it would be best if he were 'invisible'.
Paul managed to drive Sean's car to a friend's, a couple towns away, who works on cars. It will be no less than a week until we get it back. Never mind the new expense.
Sometimes I wonder if my boy doesn't want to grow up. I wonder if he is sabatoging the growing up thing. I'm heartbroken. This is hard.
My raincoat is in my truck at work.
Work...
Jeez.
Peace
4 comments:
with all the times he drives the civic, how has he NOT destroyed it.
seriously.
I don't get it.
X
Funny X should mention that. Matt said the same thing after I told him the story. Maybe he's more careful because it is your car.
Maybe rain, a new car, and a boy just don't mix to well.
Sorry for your troubles. Wish I had some great advice....
I love you and it IS coffee day.
Paul and I are really kind of nervous about him driving my car. Paul hates it. We've both wondered the same thing...there IS a mysterious scrape on the back bumper...
BTW - I should NOT have had that second Great One. Oh my poor tummy...
Man oh man Elf, his safety scares me...is there any medical consult in order? This is not my business, nor do I know much about kids, but...maybe you have something with the sabbotage theory? A Mom's instinct is usually best! So, who better than a Physician, PhD, or whoever to work on it with the dear lad? But...typically to work on it, means to recognize and want to change it...now I am stumped.
No Help! Sorry~Paige
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