Polly and I had a chat with Buster over the weekend about house rules, expectations and involvement in a cooperative family living environment. I don't feel like he's holding up his end of the deal. Fuck it, he probably feels like there is no deal, he made no agreements to any deals. That's true. But as I see it, Polly & I are his strongest advocates. We care so much for him and really do have his best interests at heart, even if he doesn't think so.
So I guess that's the trick, leading a horse to water, then sticking a fucking hose down his throat and making him drink.
I told Buster if he wanted me to give him a lift to school this morning, that we would leave at 7:40AM. I was waiting in the car till 7:45AM before he got in. I'm sick of this sort of shit again, and again. When we say something needs to be done, it doesn't mean in 5 or 10 minutes, it means, "get off your ass and do it now!"
In an hour I'll be picking him up at school. I thought it would be nice to take him hiking in Las Flores Canyon, then maybe watch the sunset in Malibu. Already setting myself up for disappointment, thinking he might actually enjoy doing anything with me. The real question is, do I ask him about his skipping gym class for the last two weeks while I've been out of town, on the way out to our hike, or later this evening or tomorrow AM. I'd like to just have a nice afternoon with him. . . if that's possible.
He shows little or no emotion. Rarely leaves his room. Isn't eating enough. And sits with his laptop instant messaging friends in Cincinnati and Seattle. He's ben at school almost 2 months and hasn't talked to another student.
He's 16 years old, it's time to start to grow up. Realize that in the real world you have to work for a living and things will not always be handed to you on a silver platter, like he's used to.