potheads & pissed-off moms...

mommy thought about being annoyed today... in fact, she was working on a very powerful piss-off, directed mainly at the younger boy, who went to bed veryvery late last night without locking the front door. he does this often, usually after he's been "hanging out" with one or two of his so-called friends. mommy and daddy know what "hanging out" really means... and they don't like it. not one little bit. because, you see, this boy is their treasured child, and they love him so-much-it-hurts, and they always have. why, as a baby, he was so precious, so delicious, he could make mommy cry. in fact, he was so completely adorable, mommy often jokes that daddy fell in love with him before he fell in love with her (mommy was 6 months pregnant when she first met daddy). they both lovingly remember him as a gorgeous chubby baby boy with fat rosy cheeks, tousled blond curls, who was precocious to a fault. he was, according to my people, a living doll.

but now, it seems, their "baby", (who stands over 6 feet 5 inches tall, not that anyone asked), has found himself in a bit of a funk. a funk that involves "hanging out" with his so-called friends so much he's actually dropped out of college and has been suspended from his cushy little job at starbucks (where mommy & daddy enjoyed the perk (ahem) of getting their triple-grande-soy-no-whip-mochas at a major discount or, sometimes, for free.). i hasten to add that my people don't mind the fact that the boy (along with the older boy, for that matter) has messed up, or that he's trying to "find himself". they both think that will happen in good time, because he's got a lot going for himself. he's a heck of an artist, and quite gifted on the stage. they also know that, despite the fact that he's very bright, he's had to struggle with attention deficit disorder all his life, which made his earlier years very difficult. and then there's that semi-debilitating case of ocd (which, interestingly enough, gets worse after he "hangs out" with his so-called friends). all in all, my people know it's not easy being him, sometimes, and they respect that. still, it's not too much to expect the boy to remember to lock the freaking front door, is it? i mean, how hard is that?

ah, but i said mommy was working on being pissed-off, right? you see, as she was gearing up for a major rant and rave, she reminded herself of a few things that made her feel better: A) the boy's been a bit of a screw-up lately, but, overall, he has manymanymany redeeming qualities, therefore B) this is just a phase. a stupidshittyf*ckingannoying phase that he has to work through, C) he'll work though it, eventually, D) being pissed-off is a waste of energy and/or time, and, 5) life is wa-a-y too short to spend it being pissed-off at things she can't control.

ya know, mommy doesn't always listen to messages from herself... fortunately for everyone around here, today, she did.

"Growl all day and you'll feel dog tired all night." ~ Source Unknown (courtesy great-quotes.com)