Saturday, September 5, 2009
My son is nothing but drama. Really.
He literally moved out 15 minutes ago. If you want to call pulling up with a friend and his truck, loading up his bed and throwing in a few things.
He was off all day, yesterday, and didn't wash laundry. Had I not boxed up his bathroom (more in an effort to clean it up and making it look nice again), his insulin, and my old dishes, he would have nothing but a bed.
My son is so disorganized.
I also found $40.00 missing, this morning. I asked my son, and before I could finish my sentence, he said "yes, I took it".
He says he was out of money and hoped to replace it before I noticed. He averted his eyes, and he appeared ashamed.
You know what? I'm not even going to make myself crazy wondering why he's out of money, and where it went.
My son moved out 15 minutes ago.
It's time to cut the apron strings.