Under Seige

Once again, I am being held captive in my own home.... by my own son... and several of his peers.

Every now and then I try to assert my authority. I have evicted my son at least 4 times. Seriously, I can be quite stern when I set my mind to it. And I have very firmly explained to him that he's 22 and no longer lives here. I have stressed the fact that since this is not his house he is not entitled to entertain. That means no more friends. No using the hot tub. No emptying the fridge to feed them. I have sat him down and looked directly into his eyes and have spoken in very clear English, in no uncertain terms. And he has looked right back at me and with what seemed to be a certain amount of clarity, nodded and agreed.

So why is it that for 2 nights in a row I am confined to my quarters (my quarters being my 12 x 14 foot bedroom) with a small 20 inch t.v. for company and only drinking water from the bathroom to soothe my parched throat? It is not within my understanding. But I am truly grateful for the bag of taco chips I found under the bed. With the computer for outside contact, my bag of chips and my 8 hour pass to go to work I will survive.

But I am going to have a long talk with that boy. Once his friends leave that is.