Progress is a mirage, it seems.

I got mail from Ex yesterday saying that when she busted our son for failure to adult, he yelled at her so much she was afraid he was going to hit her. And this was just for the usual stuff like picking up after himself, getting to bed at a reasonable hour, and making it to class. I have spoken with him, and I think I managed to be gentle but firm.

Speaking of the Wendling, I got to teach him how to inflate car tires last night. Pro tip: the gauges that are attached to air pumps are illegible in the dark, so don't do what I did if you don't have to. When I asked my son to shine some light on the gauge with his phone since my hands were full, I only got the weak light of the boot screen. He'd turned his phone off earlier to keep him from distracting him while driving. He told me that the accident he'd gotten into the last time I went to Burning Man (?!) was because he'd answered a text while driving. (!!) He found my argument that you can just ignore the text sound unconvincing. Fuck his ADD. Fuck it right in the ear.

And just when I thought he was starting to act a little more like a grownup. Damn it. I'm clearly not getting much of a picture of where he really is.