D-O-N-E done.

ok so dh was sick last night and went to bed VERY early. later on, yss comes out and says "hey tuff can you cook me something to eat?" i did NOT feel like cooking so i said "we've got tons of food, there's ham, shaved chicken, or whatever you find. but if you want something easy like a quesadilla or grilled cheese i can." he tunes me out after ten words. grabs the chicken and starts to head back to his room - i smiled at him and said "boy you sure like that stuff don't you!" and he says "YUP. this stuff is awesome!!" and trots off.

later on, he goes into our bedroom to use dh's phone. of course he's got the stupid thing on speaker phone and has to pace all over the house like billy in Family Circus. "g-ma can i come to ur house?" i ask him to please take it off speakerphone. the next time he laps around behind me they're still talking and the earphone volume is up high enough i caught "do you have any homework?" "yeah but i'll just do it over there." and he keeps walking.

so she comes to pick him up and off they go.

at 9, i step outside for a few minutes. dh calls my phone "hun? *sigh* yss forgot his backpack... would you run it over to him? if you dont want to, i will do it, but would you? (reluctantly yes i will) ok thank you my love, i'll call him back and tell him u'll call when u're about to pull in."

i go inside and go into the bedroom to kiss dh 'bye. i also tell him "just for the record, i'm doing this as a favor to YOU because i know u feel like shit. but going forward i think he needs to start feeling natural consequences for things like this- if he forgets his h/w and gets a 0 that's on HIM. and he KNEW about it not only from school, but g-ma asked him about it! we need to stop enabling him and bailing him out, and he needs to suck it up and deal." dh agrees.

i pull onto their road, ring.... ring.... ring..... ring...... no answer at all. so i get out of the car to go leave the backpack on their porch. i get halfway down the driveway and they pull in. i gave yss his binder and g-ma says "well time go get this boy fed and get his homework done before bed!"

i return home, and go tell dh i'm back. i also tell him what she said. "YUP. 'TUFF didnt feed me...'" is what that is. oh and get this, you told them i'd call when i got close - they werent even fucking home. oh and by the way, earlier the dog ate the rest of the shaved chicken, which means it was left on his bed or the floor when he went back outside to play, instead of either putting it away or closing the door."

dh is as pissed as i am and had some very choice words.