Syd wants to go to Davis this weekend on the train to see his girlfriend. I emailed him this morning to say that I hope he has the money for that, because I don’t. There is going to be wailing and gnashing of teeth, and I can only hope that it isn’t all going to be mine. I love the kid, but I’m not spending $40 every weekend he’s with me to send him off on a romantic jaunt. He can earn the money himself.
Just to spread the evil around, I cleaned T.R.’s room. It became clear when his progress report came that he is drastically in need of improvement in organization. To me, the connection between a clean space and organization is intuitive. The job was overwhelming, so I just jumped in and did it. He hates that. Worse, he hates that I told him he has lost the privilege of a messy room until his grades improve.
So I’m not going to win any popularity contests this week. Not like I ever have, but still. I’ll have to take comfort in trying to teach the right things.