Tuesday, March 28, 2017

So You Want To Work For Donald Trump?

In the past my daughters have been the ones that I have blogged about. Most of my parenting challenges have been with the girls. Austin was overlook much of the time. He was overlooked so much that we had no idea the issues that he was dealing with.  Eventually those issues caught up with us and things came to a head.

Austin left home when he was 18, like his older sister, pissed off at his parents, mainly me.

The entire time Austin was in high school we wrestled with his grades and attendance. Every semester I would get failing notices from his teachers and we would have to scramble to get his grades up to a passing level. I was not a pleasant guy to deal with in these situations.

It actually annoyed me to see him graduate from high school. I felt he got too many second chances on tests that he had failed and homework that he never turned in. I felt he needed to learn the consequences of his actions.

I had spent so much time dealing with my youngest and her issues that I had no idea Austin had quite the night life after I was asleep. My youngest has told me stories about how she would help her big brother to the bathroom so that he could puke and clean up from the night's activities. How the hell do I miss all of that?

For almost two years Austin mooched off his friends. He would tell his friends how awful his parents were and these "enablers" would take him in, only to find out what a flake he was and get stuck with some sort of bill. One idiot lady actually co-signed on a new car for him. It got repossessed 5 months later. I had to laugh at that one.

All of the flakiness and partying finally caught up with Austin.

He came to see us on Thanksgiving last year. He did not look good. He had lost almost 40 pounds, not intentionally, he just didn't have money for food.

I had to stop being mad at him at step in. My wife and I talked and decided we would see if he wanted to come home, but there would be conditions....

One of the things Austin enjoyed in high school, besides getting stoned, was the ROTC program. Going into the military was supposed to happen after school, but he kept stringing us along about visiting the recruiter and getting signed up. It was all just a lie because he couldn't pass the drug test. He was also over weight and had a bunch of great friends telling him what a bad idea it was to enlist in the military.

We would see if he thought that was a bad idea now.

I invited Austin over after my wife and I decided what to offer.

"Austin you know you could make weight in the Army right now."

"I know Dad, I have been thinking about that. I just wouldn't pass the drug test."

"You can move back in until the drugs are out of your system, but you have to enlist. None of your friends are allowed over. You do not leave either. You are basically under house arrest until you are in the Army. We will take care of your food and clothing needs until your ship date."

He immediately agreed to the terms.

It took over two months to clean that shit out of his system. But he did it and he reports to boot camp in less than two weeks.

He is very excited and I am very proud.

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