…and I have absolutely no idea what my children are going to do which is a total recipe for disaster.
I am trying to think about what I did when I was their age and summer vacation rolled around, hoping to come up with some brilliant ideas…
Get in trouble.
Which, is exactly what I am worried about. My kids are certainly not going to tennis camp or taking golf lessons. Almost laughable.
I had steady work, but it did help that my mother owned a store.
One can get a job, but it has to be around here and he is only at my house every other week and can’t drive. I work double time in the summer so I can’t help at all.
And, he’s only 15.
Which is exactly how old I was when I figured out how much fun being free and unattended can really be.
The other one is more determined to go door to door and scrounge up yard work with his buddies – he wants money to spend on candy and shit at the convenience store.
Which, by the way, is a whole other problem that I can’t deal with at this particular moment in time.
If they, in their vast amount of spare time, fuck up, I am not only going to have to deal with whatever it is that they do, but I will be blamed, completely, by their father for being a negligent parent.
Which will be spot on.
Which leads to being a single, working parent whose job gets crazy just when the kids get out of school and who can barely get the dishes done let alone supervise two teenagers and all of their friends.
And to think that at one time, I may have judged others for their kids running amuck.
So, here are my pleadings:
If you have any work, small jobs, big jobs, anything at all, please call me.
If you see my children smoking pot behind the Marshall’s office (or anywhere else for that matter) or doing anything else that is really stupid, please tell them to stop because their mommy apparently needs a little back up.