Sunday, January 29, 2012

Work

My son has started spending his Saturday mornings with the marine recruiter and other young men doing PT (physical training).  Yesterday he worked them so hard son came home soar and barely able to walk.  He started to grab the phone to call out of work sick for the next day.

Wait right there.   You're doing what?   I might not be able to move tomorrow. 

So, I calmly explained that if he called out of work then that was the last PT session he would be going to.  You play, you pay. 

He huffed off to complain to his his father.  Hubby asked him what he would do during basic if he felt like that.  I'd have to work through it.  And that is exactly what you need to do now. 

Ahhh!  Son's slowly learning - responsibility sure can suck. 

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