Of my ss14. You'd think if you were going to treat someone like poo all the time you wouldn't bother to ask them for privileges. All day long he's given me crap. Everything from throwing the remote on the floor, to just stupid lying about meaningless to stuff, to calling me "it", to putting a bunch of salt in my ss's food to be an ass. Then he's got the nerve to ask me if he can go to the neighbors house. Well, hell no! I love it because my dh makes him ask me- I don't even care if I look like the bad guy.

Ok this is just one minor irritation and I have such bigger issues with ss but sometimes it's the little stuff that pushes me over the edge. I have a cell phone- it's mine. Dh has a phone. It's his. Now I admit that dh has been having some problems with his phone so his service has been a bit spotty- however I still manage to contact him that way.

if I can stop by the school on my way to work to bring ss14 some shorts. Why? is my response. Dh said he had something on his shorts that he didnt notice until he was leaving. I, of course, being curious by nature said, "Well, what was it?". Dh says, "He said it looked like shit".

So he was told to clean room last night-instead I find him outside playing basketball. He said he couldnt clean until he did the mountain of laundry in his room and since the washing machine was in use-he couldnt do anything. I pointed out to him that he could pick up the dog shit off the floor and he could put the plastic sheet on his bed and make it if he had any available sheets. I told him the plastic sheet was under his bed where he left it. So he does go back there and gets it-brings it out and there is literally a pool of urine in the middle of it.