Wait ‘til your father gets,
until your father gets,
Wait ‘til your son gets home?

Every once and awhile I like to put nothing on here, besides a cut and paste, but that’s not always easy to do. John doesn’t like it when I write about him but every blogger should blog about what he knows. And John is what I know. Am I right or am I right! John’s not home tonight and nothing exciting happening in my life so fuck him.

John not being home seems to be the norm around here lately. Damn teenagers!! I had to reinforce the curfew rules here last week. His curfew is eleven on a school night but he has a tough time meeting that deadline. A week ago tonight John went out and before leaving I reminded him to be home “before” eleven. I’m lying in bed waiting for him to get home and right at eleven o’clock the phone rings. Pissed me off and I didn’t answer, figured it was John calling from his cell to say he would be home soon. So I wait… to pounce on him when he comes in the door. After 30 minutes he’s still not home so I get out of bed to listen to the message, “Hey Dad I’m at Nickie’s Dad’s house. Nickie’s Dad is going to call us a cab and I’ll be home soon”. I dial his cell phone only to hear it ringing in his bedroom. So I wait... nothing until one in the morning but this time I’m ready for the call. My first question is where are you and then I tell him to get his FUCKING ASS HOME NOW!!! John is always telling me stories about how a friend, or a friend of a friend, got stomped on the way home but then he doesn’t understand me worrying when he walks home alone late at night. The little son of a bitch started yelling back at me (I will give him one small credit here, at least he called). But I’m not listening to him flex his puny teenage muscle, so I hang up …and wait. At 3 am he’s still not home and I haven’t slept a wink. I *69 the phone and call the number, woke up Nickie’s dad. He tells me John is sleeping. I said wake him up and wait while he tries. After a couple of minutes Nickie’s dad comes back on the line and asks, is this John’s dad? Oh don’t worry John is safe here I’ll tell him you called in the morning. I almost asked for the address because I was pretty sure I could wake his ass up. So what can I do? I let him sleep but the next morning (or more correctly later that morning) I left a note for John saying he was grounded for a week and his ass better be home right after school, and it was.

Isn’t it funny how kids can sway your every emotion to the extreme? The night of the kegger party I was beaming when he played his guitar for anyone who was still there but it was probably a good thing he didn’t come home last week during the peak of my rage because he would be living with his mom right now. It was kind of nice having him around the house all weekend. Sunday we walked over to Tim Horton’s, in the rain, for John’s very first double double. After that we cleaned the apartment and cooked dinner together, he played the guitar for me and I let him off the rest of his grounding. We did talk and lay down new ground rules regarding curfew. It’s still eleven on a school night but zero tolerance for being late, first infraction his curfew moves back to ten, second violation and it’s a full one week grounding.

Anyway it’s not even nine o’clock and John just got home. This blog ended up being a lot longer than I thought. I don’t want John to see me writing about him so I’ll end this now. I will also let you know John got a job today at Food Basic at Barton and Mary. He’ll be the retard that collects the buggies in the parking lot. I’M SO PROUD!!!