You know… there are times when I truly just can’t with my son…
Here he is 30 years old and sometimes he acts like he’s six years old.
He has been throwing tantrums like a little kid.
He has been going outside in the backyard, dropping his pants/drawers and peeing 🤦🏼♀️
I can only imagine the horror if any of my neighbors were watching.
Granted we do have six foot fence but my neighbor behind me could clearly see our backyard.
Not to mention if anyone was walking on the sidewalk and seeing through the fence slats.
The past week has been that week with him.
I had to take Saorise for a vet appointment and as we were preparing to go out the door, mind you Saoirse was already in the car, seatbelt on, car running and Dusty decides to throw a tantrum.
So my bff just happens to be pulling in her driveway after her morning bus route and I call her in desperation to help.
It must be close time to have an appointment because it seems like every time we get close to some sort of doctors appointment he starts to increase this activity.
I mean he does have his toe nail removal next week but it’s not this one I am thinking about.
It is normally the psych doc appointments.
Then…. our sunroof on my car broke about a month ago. We have been waiting on the part to come in at the dealership for weeks now and every time I call the dealer it’s like they are ignoring me.
I have called several times this week to ask about an update on the part and no one is returning my calls.
They originally told me 2 weeks. It’s well past 2 weeks.
I might have to call another dealership and see if they can get it fixed before it starts to really get cold. ughhhh.
Don’t come for me if your “cold” ain’t my cold 🤣. I live in the south 🤣.