Lazy SOB, he knew what was coming but still tried to weasle his way out of helping.

Saturday night, SS was supposed to go with friends to the fair. For whatever reason, he didn't. He came home after being out for a couple hours, was home for 20 minutes, then left again. DH was doing a fantasy football draft, so didn't realize he had left again. No idea where he was going, didn't care really.

I got up around 4am Sunday morning, to get a drink...SS still not home. I go back to bed, figure I'll talk to DH when we both wake up, if SS was home by then. DH gets up around 8am, still no SS. No text from SS either.

We leave around 11 to have brunch with DH's sister and niece that were in town. After brunch we go to the Harley store so SIL can get some Harley swag. Around 1pm, SS calls while we're there wondering where we are. Uhm, how about "none of your business, we don't have to report to you"? DH tells him we'll be home in a bit.

When we sat SS down the other night, he was told he would help DH with the yard this weekend. When we get home from the Harley store, DH heads out to start mowing, SS is wandering the kitchen and then starts to head for his room. I remind him he needs to get outside and help his dad. He starts whining that he "needs to get some sleep, he's still trying to get used to his work schedule like we told him he needed to". I tell him tough shit, he's had almost a month to get used to it, hasn't tried very hard. Remind him of times he's gone to hang out with friends during the day, instead of sleeping. And suggest that maybe he should have got some sleep last night instead of being gone/out all night, and not texting his dad he wasn't going to be home. He says he stayed up all night last night. I tell him I call BS. He didn't get home til 1:00, when usually he gets home from work at 8:30am, so from 8:30am-1pm when he normally should have been sleeping, he was screwing around. No pity from me, get out and help your dad.

Apparently SS tried to give DH the same sob story, DH told him "not my problem". After SS picked up dog poop, rolled up the hose, moved the trampoline, and edged/weed-wacked, DH gives in to poor widdle SS and lets him come in to go to sleep. Me- I finished my vaccuuming after he came in and DD and her friend played out front, right in front of SS's bedroom window.