I cannot WAIT for school to end, for winter break to start (even though i'll probably regret it immediately, breaks do come with their own sets of problems.)
It's just that I can't make another peanut butter sandwich at 6:30 in the morning. Sorry, no can't do. I can't witness another morning of my poor boy dragging himself into his car and to school before it's even 7 am - before it's even light outside. I can't watch him study until his shoulders are so tense he looks about to break. Junior year is hard indeed. If adults had to work from seven a.m. to late into the night almost without pause day after day and even on the week-ends, they would rebel. They would start a revolution, overthrow their government. Unions have been invented precisely against that kind of treatment. I think this is why a lot of teenagers fall off the wagon at that age. They do it for a while, then pause for a minute and say, you want me to do what?
And me, ME! I'm exhausted from worrying about him, praising him, lecturing him, motivating him, coaxing him, lying to him about how sexy college will be.
I need a break from having a teen-age son in school, that's what I need. Come! On! He's only a baby. He's got a terrible cold and had to muscle through another week of tests, essays and finals. No 17 year old should be made to read half the Crucible AND write a report about it the next day.
I'm exhausted from worrying about him, praising him, lecturing him, motivating him, coaxing him, lying to him about how sexy college will be. I'm sorry, but screw college. This is too much for a mom to bear.












