Well, we picked up my three youngest kids tonight. My 14yo was an absolute bear - just miserable to be around. But the girls were fine. And telling me about what their father bought them for Christmas and playing with the toys they got here and at Mi Mi's. All the 14yo would say is that he got useful stuff from his dad. Mind you, he did get a pocket knife and proceeded to cut his hand with it tonight. UGH!
So I finished making dinner - and we all sat down to eat. And the phone rings. My mother - who couldn't call me for the holiday - calls and tells Wyett that is uncle's GF is getting rid of her turkeys if he wants them she will bring them down.
First, I'm not a huge fan of "big" poultry - and I would have to care for them when he goes to his dad's. Plus we really don't have room right now. Add to that the fact that money is tight - and I don't want to add to the pet cost burden. (Just spent $35 on dog food, cat food, and cat litter tonight - and he was with me!)
All he hears is that I said "no." And in his mind it's ALL because his brother doesn't like birds. (Clay got flocked badly when he was little and has had an aversion to poultry ever since.) He says he'll pay for them - he's 14 - he doesn't have a job - and is already taking care of 30 chickens. And the hens aren't laying so he isn't selling eggs either. I can not see getting more animals when we don't really have the money for them.
Well, the 14yo has an absolute melt down - because I said no that he can't get the turkeys. Now he hates me and wants to go live at his father's because he "can never have anything he wants." And he doesn't see why he has to live here at all. (Mind you his father is an OTR trucker and is only home 4 days per month.)
There are moments that make me cringe. He can be wonderful - but there are times . . . especially right after he comes home from visiting his father. . .