Wednesday, November 12, 2008

I Swear, That Boy Is Giving Me An Ulcer

I think it's his uber-relaxed manner.

His "I have ALL the time in the world" attitude.

His "I don't have to set my alarm/listen to my alarm/ be upstairs when advised to be" approach.

This turns MY normally easy-going self into a Psycho - "HURRY UP, THE BUS WILL BE HERE IN 5 MINUTES AND YOU HAVEN'T EATEN YOUR BREAKFAST (that's been sitting there for half an hour) YET!!!" - Mom.

I told you this would happen.

Now where did I put my Valium...


  1. Well, it wouldn't kill him to miss the bus. I bet the long walk in the winter would teach him a thing or two about getting out there on time.

    But I know what you mean!

  2. Pull the rug out and let the little buzzard tumble. I know it's easier said than done, but it would probably solve your concern (like, for the rest of the school year...I know because I was that kid). Let him deal with the consequences. The school principal will love the note you send with him: Dear Mr. Principal, Micah is late today because he would not get out of bed. Please do whatever you need to do under the circumstances.