Weekly Round-Up: My Kid’s Truant, the Water Heater’s Dead, and I’m One Inconvenience Away From Snapping

Let’s just get right into it:
My youngest has decided school is optional.
Like straight-up rolled out of bed this week, looked at life and said, “Nah.” And what can I do? Drag him to class in his underwear? Threaten to take away his Nintendo? Please. These kids are immune to consequence and fueled by audacity.


Meanwhile, the hot water heater straight-up died four days ago.
No warning. No courtesy sputter. Just a full-blown “screw you, no more hot showers.” Every time I turn the faucet on and hope, I’m hit with the icy reminder that life is out to get me. I think it might just be the element. I’m praying it’s the element. If not, we’re talking $$$ and I’m already broker than a McDonald’s ice cream machine.


I work my ass off, slingin’ tees, tumblers, dog treats, and caffeine-fueled sarcasm. And somehow, every penny I make instantly gets vacuumed into a black hole labeled “teenage nonsense.”
Last-minute fast food runs. Art projects that need “just one more” thing from Walmart.
These kids are money-hungry freeloaders with expensive taste and zero shame.


I’m putting out orders, answering messages, trying to keep the damn chickens alive, and living off boxed mac & cheese while my kid skips school and my shower’s colder than my ex’s heart.


If you’re looking for a silver lining in this post—there isn’t one.
But if you’re broke, boiling water to bathe like it’s 1822, and considering launching your kid into the sun?
You are not alone.


Now excuse me while I go reheat coffee for the third time and manifest a miracle plumber.


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