Save me from myself- or him from me!

My son is the current topic. He simply cannot carry his weight as a 6 year old. It's typical that the Leggos are spread far and wide. He stashes trash under furniture, including uneaten food. His room is a fight to get cleaned. Often when he does he artfully stashes everything under the bed or dresser or in the corner of the closet. Everything is a fight, for that matter. Dinner is a fight, homework is a fight, bath time is a fight. Toothbrushing is a fight if he even does it. This morning they both forgot, again. The 9 yr. old doesn't even seem to know better!

What's different about today? Why harp on the topic? Well... breakfast got out of hand. I started my day by finding chocolate chips smashed into the floor in two rooms. The carpet in one room was trashed with muffin parts. The chair he sat on was covered as was the large table- every inch of it. The remaining muffin and plate were left there. Good morning to me. I was powerless as it was time for work. Off I went knowing that the moment I got home I'd be greeted by the mess. I had to scrub the floors, vacuum the carpet and wipe down everything else. He can clean up lunch in school. Why is it different here? Hell, he can behave in school. He puts up no fights, doesn't talk back and shows no attitude. I asked him why. Know what he said? He said, "It's because I'm not comfortable in school." Hell, I need to make home less comfy, it seems.

Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. Before I saw the muffin mess I realized I'd lost my wristwatch. Not with my clothes, today's or yesterday's. Not on the nightstand or dresser. Not under the bed or on the floor. Not near the computer, on any countertop nor couch. Neither kid had seen it. You gotta be kidding me. My watch quit and moved south? I guess so. Damn it! 

Tomorrow morning had better be great. The kids will behave and take care of all of their responsibilities without prodding. I'll sleep until near bus time, only waking to check their progress getting ready. I'll go back to sleep after the bus comes. I'll go to breakfast with my friends and life will be swell. Watch me get called into work. I'll have to say no if I do. I'll be home tomorrow without a car. That's how I know I'll be called in. My first day out of training and I have no way to get to work. They'll call for sure. Eek. They'd better not!