I'm done. He's staying up all night, he's sleeping all day, he thinks "looking for work" counts if he's filled out two applications.
I need a ride to physical therapy tomorrow morning. Knowing that he was up until at least 4 am this morning - I tried to wake him up at 11:00 to try to nudge him back into non-teenage waking hours. It didn't work, so I tried again at 11:30 and again at 12:00. All week I've been getting him up by 12:00 ... but not today. Nope - and I informed him that I wasn't going to give up, but that I was only going to get more annoying until he got up. It became a battle of wills. With "Barney & Friends" playing at 100% volume - he got up (tried to kick me as I stood there with a can of pepsi for him on my crutches)... and unplugged the tv & Cable box knowing that for me to plug them back in takes at least 10-20 minutes of effort.
I told him that if he lays a hand on me - his ass is going to jail. He said he didn't care. He "only wants another hour of sleep" - ok it's now the fourth day since he lost his job, he's only applied to a couple of places for work, and he doesn't see why I have to be 'obnoxious' about getting him out of bed by noon. According to him, I'm being unreasonable.
I told him that I wouldn't have gotten obnoxious if he'd just gotten up as he'd been told and that if he was living with me, he had a choice - either get a job, or go to school... if you are looking for work, sleeping in past noon is NOT ACCEPTABLE... THE END.
Teenage mindset - she's going completely off the wall just because I'm too tired to get up right this minute.
Mother's mindset - you don't have a job, your staying up late & drinking, and for gods sake, I'm not making you get up at 6 am, or even 8 am - but noon - come on! Get up already!
Teenage mindset - after all I've done for you - you can't let me sleep?
So, I cut him a deal - if he wanted to sleep for another hour - it would be the last time he slept in my apartment. He agreed to it - so I shut up.
He's awake right now and checking his email - drinking his first pepsi (he threw the one I gave him an hour ago to the floor where it burst & made a mess). I'm on a conference call at work. As soon as it's done I'm giving him two hours to get out.
I've found a wonderful service that will pick up groceries, drop off laundry, take me to and from my physical therapy for only $25/hour plus gas expenses. AND I won't get told what an ass I am every day and I won't have to fight to get her to wake up in the morning or fight with her over leaving her trash all over my house.
Unfortunately, it's a little too expensive to try to get her to take me to work & "a" to daycare every day - but it was probably a pipe dream thinking I was going to get "A" to do it anyway... he would only have made me miserable if I'd managed to get him up at 8 am five days a week anyway. Hopefully with the physical therapy 3 times a week, I'll be able to drive myself within a few weeks... so it's definitely worth it to try to get this all arranged. My biggest issue is moving things from one place to another - but "a" was trying to help with that when he was here... so it shouldn't be a big deal to keep trying that sort of thing.
A bigger deal is that it's already Thursday of the second week that "a" has been with his father - and "A" did NOT do one thing to help with clearing out some of the stuff in "a"s room. B R A T -- I have been doing all the cleaning - he's been doing half of the cooking - and the shopping. B R A T child! Bitch at me about 'all he's done for me'... I did finally lay it down last night - and he finally did about three loads of laundry - which means, I have to sort the dirty clothes - he carries a load to the washer & runs it, moves it to the dryer & runs it, and brings me back a load of clothes to fold & hang. AND THEN BITCHES because I want him to put his clothes away.
WE SO SHOULD NOT EVER LIVE TOGETHER - we only, EVER, piss each other off.