Teenagers suck

God, my kid is driving me nutty. Last night Goof had a late day at work. Very stressful, and long. He called and asked if we could go grab takeout for dinner. Fine with me, it was leftover night. So over an hour later, he still wasn't home. I called him and he said he was on the way, and to make it Smokey Bones for dinner. Alrighty then. Grabbed Stinky, and put the dogs down in their room, Goof comes home changes and off we go.

Stinky tells us about his day, his report card, and an interesting tidbit about Babymama's boy Eldest and the new neighbors (we'll get back to that in a minute). Make ourselves comfy at the restaurant, order our appetizers and dinner, and relax for a bit. Appetizers come, it's nachos and their cornbread. As we are digging in, Stinky cries out, "Hey, you are taking all the good stuff!" So I grab a pile and place the condiments on it and put it on his plate. He then puts it back on my plate and says, "I got some, I can serve myself!" WTF? Which led me to complain about teenagers, complaining about not being treated like a kid, then getting pissy when you do. Which led him to laugh at me. The rest of the night was filled with the usual teen angst. The ignore me when I tell him to take out the garbage. The bitch and moan because it's past 9pm and all electronic devices are off. The bitchfest about the hour before bedtime is too long to read (Gee, when you were on restriction, this was all that was available and you appreciated it!) More bitching because it was past bedtime and he wanted to eat. God, he made me want to tear my hair out.

This morning there was more bitching. Choosing an apple and a soda instead of a real breakfast, because he wanted pancakes. When I asked if I should make pancakes, he ignored me and continued bitching. Pancakes made, and more bitching because he wanted to use a disposable hot cup for his hot chocolate instead of a mug. He wanted to take it to school. Hello, no. Those cups are for Goof. He never remembers to bring home the travel mugs, and he pays for the damned cups. Bitching because he had to finish his pancakes, and hot chocolate, then take out the trash he didn't last night. More bitching because Goof took the German Toaster to work. Complaining because the truck has a small cab, anything and everything that came out of his mouth was a complaint. Geez, I need to really shake things up for him. He's living the typical spoiled life. I am gonna make him sleep in the basement tonight if he gives me any grief when he gets home. That ought to straighten him out. He's scared of the basement. It's dark and he's a wimp.

Oh back to the tidbit. Yesterday was the first day of school for the neighbors. They had lived in town and gone to the other middle school. The girl has one class with Stinky. She also told him that Eldest told her, Stinky had tried to kill Fred. Of course Stinky laughed it off. So Eldest's new name is Dramabitch. I can so see what Dramabitch told Babymama.... " And, and, Stinky, he, he threatened Fred, and then he, then he, tried to kill him, and, and, Fred ran away, and, and he yelled at me, but, but, but, I didn't back down, and, and, he didn't touch me." Sure, my kid tried to kill Fred, the one who was picking on Dramabitch, and Stinky stood up for him getting kicked and shoved several times. Dramabitch who stood on our property to watch us eat, to cause shit by laying on the dividing line of the front yards while Stinky was blowing leaves. Goof says it makes sense. If Babymama is such a scared bitch that she calls the cops at any little noise when Kiosk man is not home, and leaves her dog out all day and into the late night to bark, to protect her and annoy the neighborhood, what makes us think that Dramabitch isn't like her. Seriously Babymama is HEFTY. Fall on someone and she does them more harm than herself. I honestly believe a criminal will think twice about accosting her. Women with children tend to get very mama tiger protective. The sheer size of her and with her toddlers in tow, ought to warn criminals away. I've known Nervous Nellys, and they do have a legitimate right to be such, but come on, we live in a really safe neighborhood, trashy because of the hillbillies, but only a mile from the police station.