Scared the living crap outta me
I totally freaked out. I thought it was robbers or something, although all they were going to find upstairs is a big gigantic mess of teenage proportions. Ahem. I listened silently for a while, and didn't hear anything, so thought it was just my imagination and drifted back to sleep. Next thing I knew, there was someone typing on the computer just inches from my feet. WTF?
It was the Boy. He didn't ever get up, he took it upon himself to call in sick, went back to sleep, and then woke up and thought it was a good idea to spend time surfing the 'net. Unfortunately for him, I didn't think it was a good idea at all, not one bit. Nope, I was ticked. Not only did he take advantage of my sleep coma, he lied to the school.
Turns out he was up all night reading a book that he couldn't put down. Since reading is rather low on his list of priorities lately, I couldn't fault him on the activity, but I was not happy with him lying to the school. As in, grounded all weekend. Grounded with chores.
He's emptying the dishwasher right now, and he's going to straighten up the cabinets which are a jumble of things in the wrong places. It will be good for him. Really good for him. Whether he likes it or not. Stumble It! JBlog Me