The game of getting Cybil up in the morning continues. My dogs are now in a conspiracy with the boy. Where they used to jump up and commence the licking and wiggling to wake the boy, they now nudge him to move over and get them under the blankets to go back to sleep. In addition, the time negotiation has begun. The wakie wakie eggs n bakie starts at 6am, at which time Cybil mutters, OK 20 more minutes. REALLY?
I jump in the shower, open up my door and find the Cybil sleeping with my useless wake up dogs....I yell down the hallway to get his Russian A** outta bed. To no avail. He finally emerges and slinks into the bathroom. This happens, EVERYDAY.
This morning there was an added bonus, Cybil fell asleep while texting and when I woke him up, he still had his phone in his hand.
Other fabulous things 17 year olds do.
1. I grill him steaks. I hand him a plate while out back with three steaks. He takes the plate sits down on a chair out back (not one with a table mind you, just a regular patio chair) Sets said plate on his stomach and starts eating. Had the thought ever once crossed his mind to A) Sit at a table B) Let his host mom have one of the steaks. OF COURSE NOT. The boy moves ONLY because there were drippings off the plate that hit his shorts so a table was a must. He moved to the table and cleared the plate, host mom left to fend for herself. He was incapable of carrying the plate in with said drippings...carrying it with two hands, he couldn't manage. I take the plate out of his hands, with one, without spillage and put in sink. He stands next to me at the sink as I am rinsing and says I can do that because only girls can do that. I proceeded to spray him down with my sink sprayer. He needed a shower anyway.
2. Cybil tried out the guest room which has an awesome mattress. Cybil has yet to move out of guest room. Normal room still has all things 17 years old, strewn about it and the trail has made it into the guest room. He mentioned to me the other day how excited he was to have 2 ROOMS!! breathe, sigh, I lost.
3. He needs a cup for football. He informs me last night that he took a shot, you know, around there. He tells me to get the biggest one. More information than necessary...ya THINK?
4. "What do we have planned this weekend?" , not because he cares, but because he needs to figure out how late he can sleep in.
I have to run out for lunch and buy a cup. Host Mom Glamour at its finest.
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