Teenagers

The last couple of days have been a little stressful and chaotic, thanks to my 13 year old son.  I remember my daughter being a little scattered at that age, but I may not survive the boy.

Monday was to be his first baseball game of the season.  However, he had a band concert that he was required to attend on Monday.  So, on the previous Friday, he told the coach that he wouldn’t be playing Monday.  The coach was cool with that…all taken care of right?

On Monday, he rides over with the team to the game.  That, in and of itself, is no big deal because he has some time before he had to be at the concert.  But, this is where things went awry.  HE SUITED UP TO PLAY!  I really am not sure what he was thinking, but yes, he suited up and fully expected to play the second game that would start around 6:00/6:30.  I’m not sure how he had planned to be in two places at once, but nonetheless, he was ready to play.

My husband goes to pick him up…they have to interrupt the coach during the game to make sure he knows the boy won’t be there to play.  After he tells the coach that he’s leaving, the boy discovers he can’t get into the locker room.  No big deal…the husband will go back and wait until the game is over to get the stuff out of the locker room.  Well, now wait a minute….the music and drum sticks needed for the concert the boy has to be at in 45 minutes are locked IN THE LOCKER ROOM!    Really?

Again, the coach was interrupted for a locker room key.  Not a good way to start the season.  -_-

On Tuesday, I get up and go to work as usual.  I pull into my parking spot, turn off the car, turn to grab my purse, and I see something out of place in the back seat.  What could it be?  OH, it’s my son’s binder for school!!!!!!!  CRAP!

So, as I’m starting the car and backing out, I’m on the phone leaving a message for my boss that I have to drive 30 minutes home and 30 minutes back to deliver a school binder.  During the drive home, I’m talking to the boy…are you up?  Is your sister up?  Yes, we’re up, is the response I get.

I walk in the door at 7:25 AND THEY ARE BOTH IN BED!!!!!  Considering the boy has to leave in 5 minutes and the sister’s school starts at 8:00, this is a real problem.  So...I start yelling.  Then, the sister starts yelling to tell me to stop yelling.  Thinking that I was just going to run in with the binder and leave, I had left the garage door open.  I’m sure our neighbors think we are just something else!

Just typing this blog has increased my heart rate tremendously.

If I survive my son, it will be the biggest accomplishment of my life.

Money Doesn't Always Mean Happy...

I have a great job.  I make good money, I have fantastic benefits, and I live a pretty finacially comfortable life.  I am not rich by any means, but I don't worry if I want to buy a new pair of shoes or pay to have my daughter's hair done.  Although I have a great job, I don't like what I do.  I can't say I've enjoyed any part of it, in the last 5 years that I've done it.  So, I've been thinking about moving on.

I really don't know what I'm going to move on to, though.  I have some ideas, but nothing promises the comfortable income I've enjoyed for 5 years.  Because my kids have never had to do without, this change concerns my daughter tremendously.  My son, on the other hand, will be glad to have me back home with a more flexible schedule.  This is probably because he isn't much into material things, but my daughter...well, she's got a closet full of clothes and shoes and always wants more.

I would like my children to know that they can do anything they want in life...don't do something because you feel obligated to do it...take care of yourself and your family, but be happy with your choices.  Don't look back on life and reqret that you didn't do something.  They know how miserable I am, because I bring it home with me.  Is that really the example that I want to set?

So, I pose this question...would you rather take chances, live life, and get by (maybe not have a much money as your used to) or would you rather stay in your comfortable bubble and continue to be miserable?