The period in which time will crawl by

will be from now, when Ryan knows he will be moving until the minute he does.  In the last hour he has told me he doesn't deserve to do chores and that he's not going to mow the yard anymore. He was mowing to earn money and work off a debt because he broke both of Jacob's remote controllers for his XBox while having a tantrum one day.  I replaced the controllers for Jacob and Ryan was paying me back.

When Wes came in and asked him where I was, I heard him say, "I don't know and I don't care."  The "where I was" was puttting away a new vacuum I had just picked up at Lowes, since Ryan intentionally broke ours the other day - but hey, at least he waited until it was being used for the second time.

In case you can't tell, Ryan doesn't think he should ever have to help with any housework or do any chores.  In his mind, he should just be allowed to run the streets, do no schoolwork and fish at will.

What makes it so crazy is today has been a good day for him.  Took him to therapy this morning, then out to lunch and to a doctor appointment this afternoon.  He barely did any school work because I knew he would be busy with other things.

Lastly, he also told me I was such a jerk he didn't even think he would bother to tell me good bye when he left.    Lovely.  The stuff that does a mother's heart good.