Mom FAIL At It's FINEST

I left the house this morning at 6:45 and intentionally left my almost 18 yo son sitting on the patio of our locked house. It was early, it was cold. It was that or murder him.

Monty and I very rarely fight. When we do argue, it's over him bullying his sister, or laundry. I am so incredibly sick of fighting over laundry at 6:30 in the morning I am very close to braining the little christer and burying him in my backyard. It's the same goddamn argument EVERY SINGLE TIME. He doesn't bring his laundry to the laundry room, I refuse to go in his room, his laundry doesn't get done which results in not having clean clothes. It's simple fucking math dear son of mine....if a than b.

This morning was the proverbial straw that crippled the damn camel. After 10 minutes of screaming and roaring the likes of which I'm sure scared woodland creatures within a 5k radius, I told him to put his goddamn pj's on for all I care and get the hell in the car. We (the other two quacking children and I) started walking to the car and Monty is standing on the step. I turned and asked if he was coming. To which he replied "No, tell Dad to come and get me".

Dad lives 20 minutes away, if Dad is required to come and get him Monty is going to miss the bus and Dad will than have to drive him to school.

I said, "I'm counting to five Monty, if you're not in the car I'm leaving without you. You will sit on that doorstep for the remainder of the day, in the cold, with no food. This is not an empty threat. Think about your next move very carefully". I counted to five and he stood there, stubbornly glaring at me.

I turned on my heel, got in the car and drove away.

The kids get on the bus at their father's house. I normally drop them in the morning, pick them up after work. Ex and I rarely see each other unless we need to discuss something. When I arrived this morning I went barreling into the house and Ex was just coming down the stairs. I immediately started:

"That goddamn son of yours is going to drive me into an early grave. Do you know where he is right now? Let me tell you where he is? He's at home sitting on the goddamn doorstep because he's too damn lazy and pigheaded to make sure he has clean clothes for the morning. He gets that damn pigheadedness from you. Well let me tell you one thing Ex, I am through treating that child like he's a child. He's 18 damn years old and it's about damn time he started taking a little bit of responsibility and and and ...

And it went on and on. Not my finest moment. Nor am I proud.

Ex is just standing there nodding his head. "I'll go get him and take him to school." This just sets me off again because it's exactly what Monty wanted. Ex - (who I will admit is MUCH more level headed than I will ever be) explained to me that it would not be a "pleasant" drive to school for Monty. He said he would "talk" to him. That boy is in big trouble....Ex rarely talks, but when he does, watch out.

To give Monty credit, he's a good kid. 98% of the time he will do whatever he's asked to do with no question. I will admit to having a bad week and I will admit to flying off the handle a little too easily.

I left Ex's and about 10 minutes later realized that the ENTIRE time I had been standing there ranting like a lunatic...Ex was in a t-shirt and underwear. He was in his underwear and I did not even realize.

So now not only do I have to apologize to my son for exploding this morning (there will be no apologizing for leaving him on the doorstep, he deserved that). I also need to apologize to Ex for making him stand in the doorway for 10 minutes in his underwear.

Epic Mom fail. Is it Friday yet?