Thursday, June 7, 2007

my oldest grandson

My oldest grandson is living here temporarily.  He had been splitting rent with a roommate, but he, his roomie, and a girl friend became a triangle that was hard for him to put up with.  When his personal goods started disappearing and a checking account was set up in his name that he knew nothing about, leaving him to pay for checks he didn't write, he needed to get out of the situation.  I told him he could crash here until he gets things on an even keel.

I gave him the cold, hard facts of living here, and set a few rules: 

He can't keep pit bulls here.  I don't want another dog in the house, and I don't want a pit bull running loose in the neighborhood.  I'm sorry he's had to give his two dogs up, but I've stood my ground.

I don't want to have to cook for him.  Now I know, that sounds pretty harsh for a grandma, and truthfully, the boy could use some fattening up.  But I'm used to fixing mine and Cliff's healthy little meals, and I never cook in the evenings when Cliff's at work.  We limit meat and desserts, and eat a considerable amount of non-battered fish and sugar-free Jello, not the kind of fare most young people crave.  If there's plenty of what we're having and he wants some, he's welcome to it.  He isn't terribly picky, so about half the time, he eats leftovers from our noon-time dinner when he gets home from work.

Tentatively, I've told him he can stay until July 31.  However, if I see he is putting money back, and if he isn't rocking my little privacy boat too much, that may be extended.

He'll pay me a certain (very small) amount to help cover his food costs.

Those are the rules.

He's twenty-one, so he doesn't have to tell me where he's going or keep a curfew.  He's been doing his own laundry on Saturdays.

Last night I introduced him to the Lean, Mean grilling machine, and he made himself a double-cheeseburger from some frozen hamburger patties he got at work at a bargain price.  He consumes a lot of peanut-butter-and-banana sandwiches.  You'd think I was raising monkeys here, because we're going through over 10 pounds of bananas a week.  The grandson isn't the only one eating them; my granddaughters, Cliff, and myself all like fruit. 

It's been three weeks, and except for one crazy incident, my grandson has done fine so far. 

Wish us all luck.



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4 comments:

sugarsweet056 said...

Just dropping by to say HI.
I think your rules sound fair, after all he is 21. {{ }}
Guess you know alerts are down again. :(  I found your post with my reader.
Sugar

lanurseprn said...

I hope things work out. I went over and took a peek at the 'incident'.  WOW! That truck was STUCK!  I hope it runs ok after that!
Pam

rooster1614 said...

I don't blame you about your rules...after all he's not 12.  I looked at his truck being stuck.....as always GRANDPA TO THE RESCUE!!!!  (GOOD J O B CLIFF)
Boys will be boys...won't they?
Hollie

fowfies said...

Its good to go ahead and lay it all out on the table so there are no questions about what is what later. Although I don't know about the curfew. I say this because my younger sister is staying with out parents now...and before they told her..she would come in at all hours, and it woke Daddy up and he couldnt go back to sleep once he is woke up like that. So, what did she do, she started disappearing, not coming home at all...and that was not good either, no one knew where she was half the time, if she was going to be home...or when. Not saying your grandson would do that. I hope he has better sense than my sister...she is kind of short in that department and getting shorter all the time. That is SOME mud boggin' man oh man!