Last night, DW was pretty beat (she’s not feeling that well and passed out on the couch while watching TV). I tried to wake her (twice) to come to bed but DW wouldn’t budge. I put a blanket on her and I turned in.

At about 11:00pm. SS comes out of his room. He’s not dressed (he's just wearing underwear) and he seems utterly confused. Probably because DW never told him to go to bed so he stayed up all this time playing on his iPad. I hear him go into the bathroom, then out into the living room, then he goes back to his bedroom and then comes out again.

I don’t say anything. As I have mentioned to DW and these boards numerous times “after 9pm, SS doesn’t exist”. SS is to be in bed at 9:00 and all electronics (especially his iPad) is to be out in the living room. That’s the rule.

But we all know that rules don’t apply to speshul tall snowflakes like SS.

Any-old-how….DW goes to wake SS up this morning. SS doesn’t budge. DW starts yelling at him to get up (this is normal routine despite me telling DW twice now that it shouldn't be).

SS says he feels “sick” and doesn’t want to go to school. He then shows DW this “rash” he has on his skin (yeah kid, it’s called ‘not showering’). DW wouldn’t hear any of it. Yesterday evening when I came home from school, I found SS playing on his iPad. I immediately went to DW to ask about his homework.

“He says he doesn’t have any.” DW says.

“Really?” I respond. “Have you checked his portal?”

I actually checked his portal earlier that day. SS has a major History test tomorrow on the first three chapters of his text book. When DW found out, she was all over SS. So this morning, when SS was pulling his hypochondriac ploy, DW didn’t fall for it, but she did ask me if I could call the doctor to make an appointment later.

I responded. “I could do that DW, but SS is probably just tired. He was up and about at 11pm last night.”

“WHAT!?!?!”

DW storms back into SS’s room.

I didn’t hear everything that was being said, but I did hear something DW say that I never thought I would hear her say to her precious pumpkin in a million years.

“Oh for God’s sake!!! What!? You gonna cry now? THAT’S NOT GONNA HELP YOU!!! I am really sick of this!”

Hee hee…I feel like Iago from “Othello”