First off – Favorite number only Son, who knew for months when the dorm would close, when he needed to have his lease signed, sealed, delivered AND when he’d have to move his stuff, managed to have a day long clusterfuck of epic proportions.
I declined the honor of hauling ass to Philly to help him out. I am of the opinion that at almost 22, if you work hard at creating a train wreck, you should have the sole enjoyment of it. I admit it - I took a tiny measure of satisfaction in the realization that while he was homeless for a few hours that day it was also sprinkling rain. Here’s hoping that Lessons Were Learned and that Future Favorite Number Only Son will Remember Them as Necessary for his Adult Life.
You are welcome, Future Daughter in Law, who ever you may be. Against great odds, I am growing an adult male. It's hard.
The best part of all the Favorite Son Drama was Favorite Daughter's response. She texted him constantly with concern: Do you have a shopping cart to push? AND Advice: Near the College, there is prolly pizza in the dumpster.
We are made of mercy around here.
All this drama and phone calls happened while I was driving Monster home. I have him again for the weekend. As in keeping with the day, Monster had his own epic meltdown. He slept for 24 hours straight, peed upstairs and was banned to his cage for chewing another hole in the carpet. As I type this, I hear Mr. W saying STOP CHEWING THE CARPET OR I WILL PUT YOU BACK IN YOUR CAGE.
That’s what you get for showing mercy.
Because no good deed goes unpunished, I got to take my MIL/FIL to the airport in truly staggering traffic. It was the most fun ever.
ON THE PLUS SIDE - Today is over. GOODBYE
OK – pictures. Baltimore looking pretty.
This was on a walk I took.
Monster, guarding Mr. Wonderful.