Thomas is going to be the death of me. I'm tired of his attitude and his lack of taking responsibility for himself. It's everybody else's fault but his. This time I made him pick between spending the night at his friend's or coming home and going to the beach. How hard can that possibly be? Apparently very hard. He is mad at me because I wouldn't let him do both. Sigh. Really?
To top it all off my husband was going to go ahead and take him down there after church. He didn't and I'm still the bad guy. I'm always the bad guy. I'm tired of being the bad guy. I'm just plain tired and sick of it. I really am ready for Thomas to buckle down, graduate in 3 years and go out on his own, like he wants to. Maybe one day he'd come home and say mom you were right, I had it good.
This is one of those days I'm just simply done. Finished. I want out.
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