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Am I an old fuddy-duddy?
I'm pushing 70. When I came of age I could not wait to get out from under my parents roof. In fact I didn't, I left home and emancipated myself at 17. I was born at the tail end of the baby boomers whose parents grew up in a depression to face a world war. No wonder they call them the "Great Generation". My point is they were tough, had values and rules. As long as you lived under their roof you followed their rules with zero tolerance from them. So there was no "failure to launch" and they had prepared their offspring for that moment.
While not as hard on my children (they would disagree) I did raise them to be self sufficient
and have a work ethic. You see where this is going don't you?
My wife and I have two apartments attached to our home that we use for guest. One is a two bedroom over my workshop attached to the main house that we lived in while building the house. The other is a one bedroom attached to the back of the workshop with a roof/deck from the upstairs apartment I built for my mother in her later years.
Starting with my youngest son 44 yo, so about 25 yrs ago the apartments became transitional housing for my children or grandchildren while recovering from hard times, going to college and preparing to get their own place. Of course we have rules without which there is no reason to ever move out.
My son did great. Got his cosmetology license in high school. Worked full time while completing an Associate Business degree. Decided to open his own business rather than pursue a BA and now owns several upscale salons.
During the 2008 crash my daughter and first husband fell on hard times and moved into the upstairs apartment for a while. My wife and I were the last ones to know they were leaving when they moved out. My daughter-in-law spilled the beans at Xmas dinner. They were under the false impression that we would be upset that the grandchildren would be moving out of town. That's not us. My ex son-in-law told me later "I would never have pursued a good job while living in the apartment". I replied so "I'm to blame for enabling you to be sorry as hell". My daughter is now doing well with her 2nd husband and starting a new career.
Then comes Grandson #1 who begged me to let his best friend share the apartment.
Rule #1: You can't have anyone living with you. I relented and ended up with an adopted grandson (good thing). After a while they dropped out of college.
Rule #2: You have to be going to school and have a part time job. Or have a full time job working towards becoming independent. My grandson couldn't find a full time job so I hired him temporarily and ended up with them both working for me for a while. I found out they were moving out when they had their trucks packed and ready to hit the road for summer beach jobs and continuous surfing. They are both doing well. My grandson 27 yo is regional manager for a commercial construction company. His friend is a real estate agent.
My granddaughter moved in and completely disregarded Rules #1 & #2 I learned a new term "Couch Surfing". You live on someone's couch until they kick you out and you have to go to another friends couch. My wife told her the definition of someone living with her was that they spend more than 3 nights. You know what happened. Couch surfing can be intermittent. The animal shelter had a sale and she got a pit bull.
Rule# 3: You can't have a pet that can kick my Rat Terriers ass. We told her the dog had to go immediately. She disappeared for 3 days and came back without the dog but with new 3 day at a time friends. I finally had enough and said no more friends spending the night. So she disappeared again because I banned her friends. She now lives with her mother.
My son-in-law (granddaughters stepfather) said to me "
This generation doesn't want to work or better themselves. All they want to do is live off their parents and smoke weed"
I replied "
Did I miss that all the colleges closed from the lack of students"
Him
"What do you mean"
Me "It's not all of them. It depends on how they were raised or how their friends were raised" Him "We need more teachers in the schools"
Me "It' s not the schools job to raise kids, it's the parent's" That's when my wife schussed me.
We now have Grandson #2 not in birth but in apartment dwellers. He is such a slob that my wife has given him and me a deadline to repair damage from a roof leak to move him to the downstairs apartment because there is no way he could have where he lives ready for guest if needed.
A few more rules in advance of sharing the event that prompted me to write this:
Rule #4 "
If you are not going to school you have to give me 8 hrs a wk labor for rent". Rule #5 "Don't lie to me and do what you tell me you are going to do." Rule #6 "Tell me in advance if you are not coming home so I don't worry". I am very lenient with Rule #4 and have had many no shows without prior notice.
A few of days ago my youngest son called me and told me a client of his had about 12 cu yds of red oak mulch from the stumps of two trees they had removed from their yard and thought it would be good to spread it on our outdoor range.. He went on to say they had a small yard and a single gate so the mulch would need to be wheel barrowed to my trailer but he would like to pay a young man that does day labor for him to help me. I appreciatively declined the help and told him I had the grandson that owed me labor.
I scheduled with grandson to go to work 8:00 am Friday. My wife called him Thursday evening to remind him he was helping me. He told her he was on his way home and would be ready to go to work the next morning. He didn't come home that night or show up Friday morning. I was a little worried but not surprised. At 8:30 I left to load the mulch by my self. My wife was pissed. On my way to the job he called me and met me there.
When I ask him why he lied to his Grandmother. He said before he got home his buddy (also his present girl friends brother living in the same house) texted him and ask if he wanted to come over to play darts and have a few drinks. His phone died so he couldn't get back in touch with us and then he over slept. I replied with one word "Unacceptable" and then told him a little story.
My 85 year old best friend for forty years who passed away this past January shared this with me. A couple of years ago he needed the wind shield replaced in his 82 El Camino. So we made a date a couple of weeks out for me to meet him at the auto glass place and go to breakfast. I was running a little late and got there right on time. He got in the 4runner and said 2 more minutes and you would have been tardy. We laughed. He then told me that the day before his daughter had reminded him of the appointment and ask if he was going to call and remind me. He said he had told her "No. Mitch said he would be there. He will be there". I told my grandson "That's how I want to feel about you."
About halfway through the second load of mulch he was suffering from his hang over and ask me how many more wheel barrows it would take to finish. I said the trailer is half full and added "If you are going to hoot with the owls you have to be able to scream with the eagles" He ask me what that meant so I explained it. I also told him to be prepared for an ass chewing from his Dad (my oldest son) who I had called to report him possibly missing. My son was pissed but not concerned as he knows his son better than I do.