Just Another Saturday Night
by Sherra on March 1, 2010
in Finding the Funny, Moments, Teens, Tweens
We spent time with our only child – Scary Baby – who has informed us that she’s not really enjoying her special time as an only child.
Her words: “I’m still not getting any attention.”
Wow, another resounding endorsement of our parenting skills. Not that we’re listing her as a reference.
We get this text as we were leaving Jenna’s basketball game…
Wizzy (6:27 pm): Messed up my foot im on the way to the er. 
Im hurtin
Nothing like having your kid at the Emergency Room a few states away. Obviously, we’re still new at this separation thing.
Next, the Grunter calls during dinner and asks if we can bring his prescription to work for him.
Side note: After the steroid shot and new antibiotic, he proceeded to break out in hives last week. Which got him another round of steroids which is what he forgot to take to work after missing two weeks.
While we waited to hear how Wizzy was doing and spent more quality time with Scary Baby at dinner and grocery store, we stopped by the house and picked up The Grunter’s medicine.
This was our text message exchange:
Me: Confirm w/me what u need us to bring u
Everett: My steroid with the pink cap
Me: Can u come to mall door when we get there?
no response
Me: We’re on our way & we will leave it in the first potted plant on the right when u walk out if u can’t meet us at main mall door.
Everett: I cannot come out. If you can’t bring it up to door then don’t bother with something stupid. I just won’t take it.
Me: Baby
no response
Me: Have the hives zapped ur sense of humor?
The Grunter: Yessir
Almost at this same moment, Roger Leroy sent me this text:
Roger Leroy (9:27 pm): The xray was fine. And she just hurt the ligaments and she should be fine.
Sunday afternoon’s live conversation…
Me: You were kind of ugly about your medicine when we were going out of our way to bring it to you, don’t you think?
The Grunter: I can’t leave when I’m working.
Me: OH PLEASE. I’ve seen you all at work. Don’t tell me you can’t say “Hey, I’ll be back in 5 minutes, I’ve gotta run to the front door…hold my broom, will ya?”
The Grunter: I CAN’T.
Me: It’s not like you’re on high security detail at the movies. Give me a break. You could be a little nicer when we were helping you out!
The Grunter: Bye.
Me: Have a lovely day pumpkin.
Sunday night’s email picture update:
And finally, this sweet little status on Roger Leroy’s Facebook that I saw on Saturday night after all the fun…
Sweet on the surface.
Until I asked her what she missed about home. And she clarified that she meant she missed…
Georgia.
Yes, this is my real life.
How was your weekend?
Damn kids!
You never cease to amuse me with your all too familiar stories! I had a good weekend, thanks for asking. Yesterday I was out shopping and I received a text from my friend, and wife of one of our football and track coaches, telling me that my boy #2 is going out for track…wow, news to me! I texted my boy and yes he confirmed he is going out for track. I asked if he planned on telling me and he said he didn’t know. Ok, you didn’t know if your Mother needs to know that you’re going out for track and by the way track starts TOMORROW. His response, oh really?
Reading SherraLifeLesson just makes my day! I know I never comment, but I REALLY enjoy your take on life. So enjoyable and makes me remember that our family really isn’t that strange/offbeat/scary. Haha!
Miss you!
Gayle
That whole “pain in childbirth” curse from Genesis—well, I’ve come to realize that the “pain” continues for an entire 18+ years until they are able to somewhat support themselves. Maybe that should be 20+ or even 23+ years…I mean they will eventually become self-supporting in some sense, right? We have contemplated moving and not leaving a forwarding address.
Lesson learned by adult son: I do not need to be responsible for my health because my mother will stop whatever she is doing and take care of me. I do not need to show respect and appreciation to my mother because she will still take care of me even when I’m rude and disrespectful to her.
I know you meant this piece to be humorous, but geez, Sherra, what ARE you doing here? You know the definition of insanity, right? Repeating the same actions over and over expecting different results. I know you are thinking: The more I do for him, the more he will appreciate me and reciprocate. In reality: The more you do for him, the more entitled he feels to have you do for him.
I am speaking as a mom who is currently un-training two “entitled” adult kids. Trust me – break the pattern now!
You’re doing a great job, Sherra, taking care of Scary Baby, taking care of the girls as they are far away and serving our country, AND taking care of the Grunter. He doesn’t require much and it’s so nice of you to help out on the rare occasion that he asks for help, especially when he hasn’t felt well for weeks. I’m so glad that he’s finally feeling better!! XO