I'm too angry to do any writing today, even though I suddenly have the time. Found out yesterday that #2-son is failing his summer-school geometry class and barely getting a D in his english class. I was so ticked yesterday that I told him that he was done. I wasn't going to spend my day carting him back and forth for him to only fail when it was done. Sure, if he turned his attitude around 180-degrees and caught up on all the missed homework, he could come out of the class with a B... but the chance of that happening are non-existent, so I have better things to do with my time than drive him around. So, he can walk to his english class if he feels like it otherwise he spends an extra semester in high school... his call... I'm tired of beating my head against a teenage brick wall.

So, today, I continue sorting out my stack of writing notes, then to go over and clean for a while this afternoon. Maybe I'll pull weeds for a while and work out my frustrations on the weeds rather than my children.