I have finally completed all my shopping; I have made a list and checked it twice. But like always something has thrown a wrench in my organization, that “wrench” is a teenager. You see this week progress reports came home, they are not report cards, but a “state of affairs” as the teachers see them. And in my oldest son’s case, it is his LAST WARNING before we ship him off to boot camp. Ok, not really but the thought has crossed this “worst mother of the year’s” mind.

You see Santa I have purchased some neat presents for my son. My son, who brought home a poor progress report. What is a mother to do? First I wish the school system would hand the reports to us either before any shopping for the Christmas holiday has been performed or after the fact so we can take away certain presents. Sigh..

Santa he is a good boy, and I know that he tries, and it is hard work being the good looking “big man on campus.” Even his grandmother said, “He is too good looking for his own good.” I am afraid all this has gone to his head and pushed out anything his father and I have taught him.

Every teacher, except one, commented on his attitude. Not sure how he was good for that one, but I will count my blessings as they come. This teenage attitude can be good one day, and the next day you want to know what planet he is from. Many wonder if he has had any parental training at all.

So on Christmas day he will be able to open all the things he can have after grades and attitude have improved. Being a parent of a teenager is just plain hard, I hate playing the bad guy, I want to have fun with my children. I have come to understand why some animal mothers eat their young, that is because that mother has no more pride left for that particular child to crush.

Santa if you think about it, can you add coupons to the local wine store in my area?

Sincerely,