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So I'm crashed on my bed at 9 am, after indirectly chaperoning the boys, who had an overnight guest. They were awake til 3 am, so I did my questions til they dropped off.
Yesterday, #1 son told me some friends of his wanted to take him jet-skiing today, so I got hold of the parents, and everything was cool, and I asked if #1 son would get a ride to and from. Parent said 'yes'.
What we didn't know was that we had to give him a ride to the friend's house. So I'm roused from my five hours of sleep to drag #1 son to his destination. Clear across town, into the foothills, a good 20 miles away. Urgh. Hopefully the parents will bring him back to our home instead of us going way the hell out there again.
Times like this, I wished I drank coffee.
Yesterday, #1 son told me some friends of his wanted to take him jet-skiing today, so I got hold of the parents, and everything was cool, and I asked if #1 son would get a ride to and from. Parent said 'yes'.
What we didn't know was that we had to give him a ride to the friend's house. So I'm roused from my five hours of sleep to drag #1 son to his destination. Clear across town, into the foothills, a good 20 miles away. Urgh. Hopefully the parents will bring him back to our home instead of us going way the hell out there again.
Times like this, I wished I drank coffee.
