SS16 found himself in a lot of trouble this weekend (separate blog on this) ironically just as my husband is leaving to go on a fishing trip with friends. I had nothing to do with his punishment or any of the conversations that went down with his mother - but the weekend was to go as follows: all his plans for Friday night were canceled, and he was grounded. Phone and laptop are taken away and given to me, he had to go to work Saturday morning as usual and then come straight back to our house. Sunday morning he would be going to his mother's house - either ride his bike or she'll pick him up.

This morning I wake him up at 8:45, he has his breakfast and gets his stuff ready. It's a cold morning and it's pouring rain so I asked him if he's going to ride his bike or if he's going to call his mother to pick him up. (It's about a 45 minute bike ride) He wants to call his mother. It's now 9:20am.

Calls. No answer. Calls cell. No answer. "She's probably sleeping." he says.

Well buddy, better wake her up. She knew you were going there this morning and you're going to have to bike if she doesn't come here.

Suddenly my phone rings, and she tells him she'll "wake up and come get him by noon."

Right. Try again, there uber useless BM. I make him call her back. She'll come within the hour or he's riding in the rain.

This is not a freaking daycare. Come and get your damned kid and try parenting for once.