Once again the Skid has been scalping the laptops while his mom and I are at work.

He lost access in Dec except when his mom and I are home and only between 20:00 and 22:00. Then we take the lap tops to our room when we go to bed.

She and I were harassing each other (good naturedly) for leaving the closet light on the other day. I got home from work about an hour before DW did and got on line to find the nearest Verizon so I could go get her a replacement phone charger.

I noticed that one of the laptops in the hiding place was warm but since it is old and the battery is about shot I did not think much of it. (A clueless moment for an electrical engineer but I was not thinking "Sneeky Skid" at the time). The light was on in the closet.

I headed out for Verizon, the Skid started dinner. When I got back DW was in the kitchen and she and the Skid were finishing up with preparing dinner.

I teased my wife about the closet light. She said that I must have left it on because she made sure that it was off when she left for work. We gave each other crap about it for a few minutes while SS-18 was standing next to us. No comment from the Skid.

After dinner we cleaned up, the SKid asked for a laptop so he could Skype with his SpermClan and his GF. No problem. His chores looked reasonably done for the day so we said sure.

As she and I were spoonin (as close to spoonin as we can get on a sofa with my gut and her butt) on the couch after dinner she said that the closet light thing was bothering her and that she wanted me to know that she had not left it on.

Then I had an epiphany. I told her it was warm when I grabbed to get the address for Verizon when I got home. The Skid had called me at ~17:00 to ask when I would be home so he would know when to "start dinner". This calling me to find out when I will be home harkens back to his Middle School and HS years when he would innocently call to inquire about when his mom and I would be home from work.

The only reason why he ever calls is when he is doing something he knows he is not supposed to be doing and wants to have enough time to cover his tracks so he won't get caught.

So, my wife got a firm set to her jaw, called the Skid down with the laptop "NOW!". When his mom told him to bring the computer downstairs "NOW!" he was on Skype with the SpermIdiot. He told her he had not spoken to "Dad" in a month or two. She said "I DON"T CARE WHO YOU ARE ON WITH GET DOWN HERE NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I loved the part where SS had to hang up no his SpermIdiot. }:)

I loved the part where SS had to hang up no his SpermIdiot. }:) I know, evil StepDad moment. Bad Rags, bad Rags.

She said "I know the answer to the question I am about to ask so you had better thing about telling the truth from the beginning. Have you been on the computer during the day?"

He has been ... for weeks. All day. Every day. Until shortly before we get home from work.

She proceeded to give him a 2hr mom lecture starting with "you stood there and listened to your dad and I talk about the closet light and you KNEW you had left it on. That would have been a good time to fess up". She then went on to cover dishonesty, being an adult, having a regular schedule, not procrastinating until the last minute,how hurt and offended she is that he never calls her when he is on visitation but seems to speak to the SpermClan for hours every day, etc, etc.... you know, lecture 127-B that every one of us got from our parents when we were snarky teens (except for maybe the talking to the SpermClan part).

I had to bite my tongue to not jump in. Of course being Rags that is impossible so I would occasionally try to jump on and she would say "Shhhhhhhh! I GOT IT! You suck the air out of the room and no one else gets a chance. Let me finish then you can have him!"

God how I love this woman!

So, now the laptops are locked up and not just stashed. He has ZERO access to them. Since his QWERTY keyboard cell phone gave up the ghost a couple of months ago he has my dad's ancient non QWERTY flip phone (his only option since we refuse to buy him another phone) he has to stumble though texting or actually call someone without video Skype chat. So, no game systems, no computer, no smartphone, if he keeps this crap up soon it will be no TV. He is home all day by himself, refuses to leave the house unless his mom or I are with him. He is going to go nucking futz. }:)

He already has long conversations with our parrot during the day.

26 days until reality body slams the kid when he reports to basic and his 6yr enlistment.

His mom and I will miss him but know unequivocally that he is for the most part a good young man, we raised him right and being accountable for himself is the best thing for him.

All things considered we are proud of him and hope that he will buckle down and make the USAF a success.

I think he will get the final revenge on his mom and I though. When he leaves the bird is going to drive us insane. Max has had a full time buddy all day every day for a year. When we get home from work it will be hours of incessant "Whatcha Doin?", "Where's (SKid), Wife's Naaaaaaammmme!, Daaaaaaaaadddddddyyyyyyy!, Gim-me Kiss! (kissing sounds, kissing sounds, kissing sounds), Come On!, Hello!, Your a pain in the ass!!!!!, SHUT UP!!!!!!, "Damn it, damn it", BITES! (when he wants food), etc, etc, etc ....

Then the poor little feathered rodent will go in to a deep depression for months.

Big changes in the Rags' house.

Good stuff.

It should be fun..... for the most part.

P.S. He still has told no one in the SpermClan about the Air Force!