Did I mention in an earlier post the slow bleed feeling that comes with raising teenagers? And the frustrating part of it all, he is a good kid making really really bad choices.
After an incredible day off spending time in nature, in a great Yoga class and later on my bike, I get the phone call. I had already had the “mom, I someone hit my car” about a week ago so I felt that we can tackled that with minimal drama.
Today’s call. “Mom, I got a ticket”.
The bleed continues.