I’m still somewhat new to this Craig’s List thingy – and I’ve never gotten the hang of eBay – so I have a question for you all:
Can I list a kid out there? And give him away? For free?
Cuz’ I’ve got one 16-year old male child that I am willing to give away free, to a good home. Okay, heck – who am I kidding?
I’m not that picky – I don’t really care about the good home. So forget that part. How about, “Free Kid. Period.”
For the most part, he’s really a pretty good kid. He gets decent grades in school. Nothing to write home about – but he’ll graduate next year. That’s good. He’s fantastic in sports – especially in baseball. He can pitch a hell of a game. And he’s very charming. Oh yes – he’s got “charm” and “flirt” down to a science.
He keeps his body parts clean – for the most part. Only now and then do I have to gently remind him that deodorant and soap and shampoo are NOT poison and can actually be used on a daily basis. He sometimes forgets.
However…I believe in truth in advertising, so I guess if I talk about his good points, I gotta be up front and honest about the not-so-good points.
Son turned 16 last April. His Daddy (my ex – whom I normally have no issues with – but in this case, I think he really screwed up) “sold” my son a car. And told son he could pay it back when he got a job. Too long of a story to get into here, but son actually owes me for the car. Not Daddy. Me. It’s me he should be paying back.
So – many moons ago, I tell Son that he must get a job. For the car. For the gas. For the insurance. For the maintenance. For the responsibility. For my sanity.
April. No job. May. No job. June. No job. July. No job.
You can see where this is going, can’t you?
It’s now January – and does son have a job?
I’m to the point where I need to just take the keys away. But dammit – that will end up punishing me as much as it punishes son. As I have become accustomed to another driver in the family who can run errands, get himself home from after-school meetings and practices, can drive himself to his father’s for visitation – all that stuff that drives me crazy but now I don’t have to do it because he has wheels and I’m lazy and I really don’t want to have to start doing it again. Yeah. All that.
I know, I know. Some of you don’t believe in kids having jobs while they go to school. Well, I do. I’m not asking the kid to work 40 hours a week – I’m asking for a few hours a week – on the weekends, if needed – to teach him some responsibility. So, I don’t want lectures on making a kid work. Hey – I started working when I was 15 and I turned out just fine. I didn’t turn into some mass-murdering, drug-sniffing ‘ho because I was a carhop at Sonic when I was 15. So – it can be done.
But not by my son, apparently.
If you hear a wail of despair – in the next couple of days – you will know what it’s all about. Even though it will sound like I’m beating him senseless, it will all be because I took away a set of keys. And grounded a set of wheels.
Oh, the ignominy.