Larry Gude
Strung Out
...another one approaches 16 and another has lost there mind.
So, the last one, wants to go to friends last night, chores are done, homework done, fine. Wants friends over tonight, maybe a bonfire, sure.
We make a fire pit. We're all set. I've got groceries, burgers on the grill, lettuce, tomato, cheese, fresh spinach. All set. So, I say 'Hey, you guys are probably gonna want marshmallows later. Maybe go get them now?" One of the girls drives.
So, 10 minutes later, I'm ready to cook and sweet little baby is like "So, you want us to to to Safeway? Can we have a few bucks?"
Uhh...
"No. I don't even like marshmallows. It was for you benefit. So, no, I don't want you to." So much for marshmallows.
Then, 10 minutes later, I want some help while I'm grilling.
"Hey, come to the kitchen and do something for me."
"What do you need?"
I'm running back and forth with burgers to flip, cheese, buns, I'm busy. So, I don't stop at the foot of the stairs for the New High Priestess. No help comes.
Now I'm annoyed.
"Come down here."
Burgers are done, lettuce, tomato, everything.
"Why didn't you come to the kitchen to help me?"
"I was right here on the stairs. You just walked away."
"Did it occur to you to follow?"
"Dad, I was standing right here."
"Why didn't you come to the kitchen?"
"I was right here, dad."
"WHY didn't you come to the kitchen?"
"Dad, what's the big deal? I was standing right here."
I pop. Slam the door.
This is the kid who 30 minutes ago would pretty much always say "Ooops. I'm on it" after forgetting/not hearing/ whatever.
Now it's "Dad, I was right here."
Excuse time has arrived.
Damn it all.
So, the last one, wants to go to friends last night, chores are done, homework done, fine. Wants friends over tonight, maybe a bonfire, sure.
We make a fire pit. We're all set. I've got groceries, burgers on the grill, lettuce, tomato, cheese, fresh spinach. All set. So, I say 'Hey, you guys are probably gonna want marshmallows later. Maybe go get them now?" One of the girls drives.
So, 10 minutes later, I'm ready to cook and sweet little baby is like "So, you want us to to to Safeway? Can we have a few bucks?"
Uhh...
"No. I don't even like marshmallows. It was for you benefit. So, no, I don't want you to." So much for marshmallows.
Then, 10 minutes later, I want some help while I'm grilling.
"Hey, come to the kitchen and do something for me."
"What do you need?"
I'm running back and forth with burgers to flip, cheese, buns, I'm busy. So, I don't stop at the foot of the stairs for the New High Priestess. No help comes.
Now I'm annoyed.
"Come down here."
Burgers are done, lettuce, tomato, everything.
"Why didn't you come to the kitchen to help me?"
"I was right here on the stairs. You just walked away."
"Did it occur to you to follow?"
"Dad, I was standing right here."
"Why didn't you come to the kitchen?"
"I was right here, dad."
"WHY didn't you come to the kitchen?"
"Dad, what's the big deal? I was standing right here."
I pop. Slam the door.
This is the kid who 30 minutes ago would pretty much always say "Ooops. I'm on it" after forgetting/not hearing/ whatever.
Now it's "Dad, I was right here."
Excuse time has arrived.
Damn it all.