This morning it was his gym bag that was missing. He swore up and down that he put it by the front door yesterday when he got home. Someone must have moved it. Riiight. The guys that came over for Bible study last night ran off with a gym bag full of sweaty clothes.
He didn’t need the bag because he had other PE clothes to wear, but he didn’t like my suggestion of putting his clothes in a grocery bag or just sticking them in his backpack. Nope, he kept looking for his bag (skipping breakfast in the process). Josh asked him if he left it at school. “No! I remember bringing it in the house and putting it here.” Okay then.
The bus came. He gave in and put his gym clothes in his backpack. We walked out to the bus. There was the bus monitor, holding his gym bag. Hmm. So much for remembering bringing it in the house . . .
He boarded the bus and then tossed the offending gym bag at my feet. Really? Then he reconsidered and asked for the bag back. Off he went and I was left holding an armload of old clothes. I think I’m going to buy this book . . . Yes, Your Teen is Crazy! Loving Your Kid Without Losing Your Mind. I certainly need help with the not losing my mind part.
Off to re-read the suggestions in the comments of my previous post. You all had quite the conversation going there . . .