My son is 26 years old and still living with me.
This does not make me happy, and his father is even less happy than I am. Last week, my husband gave him an ultimatum. He told him to either go to school or get a job. Either way, we expected him to do something with his life other than lie around and play video games. I held up a can of spinach and told him that if he ate it, maybe he would have the strength and energy to get a job. Since all he did was watch cartoons in the morning, I was sure he knew I was referring to the Popeye cartoons. Three days later, my son came into the house and plopped down on the couch while reaching for his video game joysticks. When he couldn’t find them, he asked me what happened to them. I calmly told him that they went out in the trash just like the rest of the junk in the house. My son was livid. He went upstairs, put his shoes back on, and walked out the door. Two hours later, he handed me a paper. He had gone down to the local community college and signed up for HVAC certification classes. He knew that by getting his HVAC certification, he could work with his father. He thought HVAC techs made a lot of money, and since dad owned the HVAC company, he would get paid even better. I chuckled because he really didn’t know his father as well as he thought he did.