It’s the last week of school before Christmas break. I am SUPPOSED to be getting ready for work. Instead I am sitting in front of my computer. Delaying the inevitable 75 mile commute to work, to listen to teenagers complain about how they don’t get to cook this week, then I will drive 75 miles home again only to have my son complain that he does not like the dinner I have prepared for him.
Then again, at least I have a son who can complain to me…and for that I am thankful.