Teenagers, Auroras, and Bears*, Oh my.

*There were no bears.

Whelp. The eldest boy continues to astound and amaze with his teenageryness. Say what you will about how we were raised in the 80s, but honestly, I don't think I would have lived the first time I tried any of the crap he tries. Let alone not care about whatever consequence he received enough to keep him from trying it again.

And okay, maybe living under the constant threat of malicious wounding isn't the healthiest vibe for adult mental health, but I bet my parents' mental health did a lot better than mine is. (Matrix-y question of the day: Is my mental health horrible because of how I was raised or because of the children I am raising and would it be as bad if one of the two were different? Or are they unrelated at all? And is there a spoon?)

Eldest has meds he is meant to take in the am and different ones in the pm. I remind him verbally. I text him. I bring them to him and suffer the heavy sighs and eyerolls that accompany that action. And last week? Alllll the meds were taken on time. Yay. (Because we've reached the point that he loses his phone for 24 hours if he doesn't take them.)

Yesterday he took no meds. At all.

And I can verify five reminders from me to do so.

Today he is pleading to not lose his phone because he did so well last week. And all I think of is a response a la Professor Hathaway in Real Genius, "That was yesterday. What have you done for me today?"

Because okay? I'm glad you did the bare minimum asked of you last week. I don't really believe that I've raised him to expect an award for existing.

But not three minutes after a semi-heated conversation about WTF with the meds...he's up here asking me if he can go do all these extra things on Wednesday and Thursday with his friends. Things that, because he refuses to *&#^$&#* drive, I have to lug him to. 

I just...like...huh? (Que the Pet Shop Boys: What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?)

The auroras were, ostensibly, visible round these parts. We had lovely rain and thunderstorms both nights it was supposed to be a thing, so yeah. That's a no. It seems to be a recurring theme for astrological events for me. Leonids meteor showers? More fog than you've ever seen in your life. Eclipse? Cloudiest day on record. 

You get the idea.

Whatever. Faceplant had some lovely photos, so I will live vicariously through people in freaking TEXAS who got to see them instead.

I need a vacation.