The Three Stooges

I'm sure that there are some who might conclude that it is wrong for me to say negative things about my children, but sometimes I feel as though I'm living in the middle of a slapstick comedy. Here are some snippets:

Mike disappeared again. No word since he was dropped off for school this morning. He missed his Sentence to Serve appointment. He missed a job interview. We had no idea where he is. He showed up at 5:50 and apologized, explaining where he had been but he smelled so badly of smoke I'm sure he left out a few places he had been.

I took Rand to a job interview today. I brought JImmy along because he was being rude and disrespectful and Bart thought he'd be better off coming with me. Several things happened that made me shake my head.

First I took Rand to find the place where he had an interview last night. He drove around for a half hour last week trying to find it. This was a second interview at the same place. When we got near the place he said, "Hey, I wonder if it is in that one building where I had my first interview with them?" Ya THINK?

Then we got to Taco Johns and I went in with both of them to talk to the manager. He gave them applications. Rand filled his out and was going to turn it in. I asked him if I could check it. There were several lines left blank and a couple grammatical errors. I pointed out that this may be why he couldn't get a job.

Then on the way home, Jimmy had a couple of very brilliant things to say. First, he asked if Mike was home. When I said no he responded, "He must be somewhere else."

And finally, as we headed home, we turned up our street. Our house is on a cul-de-sac with no exit point. And still Jimmy asks, "where are we going now?"