Have agreed to take 17yo ds to his footie match this morning. We agreed last night, we need to leave at 9am. I got up at 8am, and knocked on his door on the way past and asked if he was going in the bathroom first or me. He said he would, so I'm downstairs in my jammies dossing. He has then laid in bed till 8.40, and just gone in the bathroom for a shower now. He will stroll down at 8.55 proclaiming he is ready, and then act aghast that i'm not, and blame me for being late. We will have a row about the fact that since he hogs the bathroom (effectively) for a whole hour, that I can't actually get ready.
I didn't actually want to go in the bathroom first, but if I had I would be blamed for him being late because he was waiting to get in the bathroom. I'd tell him to stuff it, but his team is short of players, and buses don't run early enough on a sunday for him to get there. so he will be late, have to go straight on the pitch and play badly through lack of warming up.
When do they realise the world doesn't revolve around them?
And he's just come down with his filthy kit which has apparently been on his bedroom floor all week, caked in mud. He's scrubbing at it with wet wipes, which isn't helping. I'm finding this quite amusing.
He's back to cadging lifts after christmas now. Wonder how many weeks until he'll start trying to convince me he's changed, and start doing jobs etc in exchange for lifts, that he will assure me he'll be ready for.