Yesterday I went over to look at the old apartment as they were trying to sift through the stuff for an inventory list. I couldn't stay - Even with a mask my eyes itched, I kept coughing and felt dizzy. It's a mess. I feel for them.
I am so tired of cooking big meals! Heck, even small meals! Since Sara works, I seem to be cooking more - but I did mark off days for the rest of the month where we either go out or it's each man for themselves. We just don't eat like we used to.
Sara is so sweet to my son - she packs his lunch for him. Oh brother. My husband sees this and mentions how he would like if I packed his lunch. I'm sorry, I don't do that. I figure they know better what they want for lunch. I wouldn't like anyone packing mine. The last person who packed a lunch for me was my Mommy. Why do men, think they need their lunches packed beyond childhood? So I made a snide comment - Navy gets on the offensive and then says that he starved in middle school because I didn't pack his lunch. He was 13 years old - finicky - all he wanted was expensive junk food. I was a single mom at that time. He got free or reduced lunches at school but was too embarrassed to use it so he chooses to starve. We lived in Silicon Valley among the rich and powerful and his friends were affluent. I was not about to cave into a spoiled teen - so I guess he has some "issues" with me on that. He'll have to take that up with a therapist if it bugs him that much. Poor Navy. Later in the evening, he told me he was "just kidding." That boy knows the hardship I had during those times. He's lucky he had a home and a mom and that I tried like hell to keep his life as normal as I possibly could. He'll only understand, when he is a parent.
You know, when you are a single mom and your boys become a certain age, I had to make them step up to the plate more than perhaps I would of, had their father and I stayed together. That's life. Since I was not going to put our finances into the red, and buy them a brand new car - in order to keep up with the Joneses - they had to take a city bus to school. I always told them it was building character. Nothing wrong in telling them if they want what the others have, they would have to get a part-time afterschool job and pay for it themselves. Michael and Foodie got jobs. Navy played sports.
Yeah, I was this bad mom - I tried to teach them responsibility.