Surviving

Mark's sensor needed to be replaced and even though it had been over two weeks since we ordered supplies, they still hadn't arrived.

He'd had a few rough nights with his equipment malfunctioning and keeping him up.

Self isolation is the worst.

So Mark wanted to go for a drive after he was done with his school work and I said sure.  He needed to feel in control of something even if the something was just a car on a bumpy Pleasant Grove road.

Then he came back with his arms full.  He said, "My drive turned pretty adventurous."

He brought his haul up to my office to show me.  His drive had made a pitstop at Target.

he doesn't even look a little bit sorry

We had a conversation (for the one millionth time) about how he should be saving his money.  We made (another) plan about what portion of his money he should put into savings.

Sigh.

With nowhere to go he hasn't been spending much money on gas or food.  So he just blew it all on Lego sets.

This is not high peak performance parenting.  This is surviving.

(And he promised me--again--he will save more money in the future.)