March Madness has hit our home, and I don't mean basketball.
Jake veered off the road and side swiped either a very overgrown bush or a tree badly in need of pruning. So the cube is officially damaged goods. The whole passenger side is scratched to high heaven and the column along the windshield is badly dented. No injuries. Only cosmetic damage and no other cars involved. First wreck out of the way!
On a good note, Cole did his orientation today at Dream Catchers (therapeutic horse riding). In spite of his swearing and calling us every name in the book on the way, I think he's going to like it. He'll be a side walker for riders with special needs. He looked like he was having fun in the ring today. Next weekend he attends a horse grooming and tack class and then he's good to go.
Ara and I are still doing our P90X workouts. We usually skip Sat. workout, but I'm okay with that--I'm not signing up for a fitness contest any time soon. My goal is to be able to do at least one pull-up, just one. I sucked at the arm hang and pull ups in the dreaded middle school fitness test every year so that's on my bucket list.
Andrea and Jake have a sneaky streak and keeping up with them is going to be the death of me. I did get word that Jake is planning on moving out at the end of summer. Not revealing sources. I told him I knew, his eyes almost popped out of his head. It will surprise me if it materializes. Also his bank card got hijacked and over $150 was made in purchases before we realized it--Ara was on top if it luckily, because Jake was clueless. We made him call the bank and report it and take courtesy pay off his checking account so no money goes to it from savings. After the wreck, I told him that his dad would be transferring money every week to his savings from his paychecks. Jake can't remember his online user-name and password and the one time he went to the bank to make a transfer he did it the wrong way and caused several overdraft fees. Definitely don't think he's ready to live on his own. And he recently told me that when he went to take a shower that he literally gagged because he smelled so bad. I seriously don't know why he's like this because I think I raised him better than this. You can tell a 18 yo to shower until you're blue in the face, but in the end his own smell gags him. And what kind of gf would put up with the stink. Hoping he gets his head out of his ass soon. This is not what I envisioned for him at all. And that my friends is one of the hardest things about parenting....letting go.
And by the way, I am airing out his room today...thankfully its in the 60's here.