I’ve posted on this before, but I’ve name changed for this one as I think linking previous posts together could be a bit outing.
I have one child, a boy nearly 19. He is a lovely boy. Never given me any real trouble. Has never come home drunk. No issues with drugs, or stealing etc and so far (fingers crossed) has never gotten into trouble. He got all A* in his exams, he’s very bright. He also has a lot going for him, he’s tall, in great shape, great looking, looks very much like Taylor Lautner. Perfect skin. At a glance, he seems to have it all. Talks lovely. Could breeze through an interview.
But, he’s also the most lazy, demotivated, slovenly person I’ve ever met. I am devastated as he seems to be wasting it all.
He’s taken a year off before going to uni, but isn’t sure he can be bothered with uni. He works only part time. Less than half time. Doesn’t want more hours or more money. He doesn’t want to go out, stays in bed playing Spider-Man on the PlayStation.
His room is a pig-sty. He leaves plates of food up there, packets. Etc. and he has this love of prawns and fish sticks…which after a few days of not removing rubbish makes his room smell god-awful.
He can’t even be bothered when he does go to work. Did a short shift this morning and said his manager gave him side eye all the time. I’m not surprised as he didn’t bother to iron his uniform or do his hair. He looked a scruff. Thankfully he does shower and wear clean (albeit creased) clothes, so doesn’t smell.
He’s also very last minute. Disorganised. Panics when he can’t get what he needs because he left it too late and then gets worked up until daddy solves his problems for him. And I can’t get DH to stop doing this for him either.
I feel like I’ve tried nagging him. It didn’t work. Then reasoning, which didn’t work. I left him him to it, and things unbelievably deteriorated more with him starting to call in sick so he could do even less and his room was so bad, DH and I had to intervene as we are very clean and neat people. He had woodlice in his bed fgs! I can’t deal with it. We have a new build, the house isn’t even damp. It’s the sweat from how long he spends in bed I’m sure.
I’m so stressed watching my beautiful, talented son do absolutely nothing with his life. I wonder what I’ve done wrong, and what I can do to fix this.
AIBU trying to intervene now to give him a kick up the bottom? How do I even do it. DS isn’t stressed or depressed or anything. He’s just happily slobbing through life.