The college boy is visiting during his winter break. He stopped by on Christmas and is here until…I don’t know. Yes, I asked, but he mumbles a lot. He has to be back by the 31st so the visit is capped at least. I suspect he will be commanded to go back to mom in Massachusetts before then.
I enjoy his visits, but we don’t see him very much. His schedule is pretty much visit his friends in the evening, come home by 12:30 am, watch TV with us until 2:00 am then go to bed. He wakes up the next day around 2:00 pm or 3:00…3:30 is his record, eats and then visits his friends.
It’s fine, I remember the age. I missed many a dinner in college because I got in late and slept through breakfast, lunch and dinner. The one thing that annoys me is Mrs. C. The step-mom caters to his every wish, and he uses it.
“I’m a little hungry (at 12:45 am) do we have any buffalo wings.”
“Sure, in the freezer.”
“How do I cook them, can I put them in the microwave for 20 minutes with the foil?”
“You stay here, I’ll go make them.”
“Can you tell me how to use the washing machine?”
“Never mind, just leave your dirty stuff in the hall, I’ll take care of it.”
Spencer goes through Gatorade by the 8 pack. No problem, Mrs. C goes right out and gets more.
Empty bottles and snack wrappers all over the house? No problem, Mrs. C picks them up.
Mrs. C will not make breakfast for me, she will not always do the wash, she certianly will not pick up after me. I clean the bathrooms; Spencer will not even rinse toothpaste out of his sink. No problem.
OK, so she spoils him, I’m pretty sure, based on my time with his mom, he is not spoiled at home. He probably has to deal with a screaming banshee from time to time, so when he visits here we cut him some slack…besides he is fun, a good kid, and we don’t get to see him that much. There is one area though where I do draw the line.
My Little Bite Crumb Cakes.
I love my Little Bite Crumb Cakes with coffee after dinner. I haven’t had them for a while because of all the holiday goodies, but I know we have two full boxes of them in the cupboard. Tonight I wanted a packet of my Little Bite Crumb Cakes.
I went into the cupboard and grabbed a brand-new box…IT WAS EMPTY…SPENCER!! (Think “Newman!!” Seinfeld fans.)
He not only ate a box of my Little Bite Crumb Cakes but he left the empty box in the cupboard!
OK, we have another box. I grabbed that box…ONLY THREE PACKS LEFT…SPENCER!!
I cannot accept this behavior. Everything else I can let slide, but not my Little Bite Crumb Cakes. It was time to take charge of the situation and put my foot down.
I hid the final packs of Little Bite Crumb Cakes in the cupboard, behind the Fruitloops, and under a towel.
Mrs. C has taught me a thing or two.