Projecting This Vision Into His Future

What are you still doing here?  Were you listening at the door?

I don't have anything to tell you.  Today, I gave up on any kind of future for my son.  He's going to have to be a lonely derelict.  Here's why

• He won't read unless I nag him.
• He won't pick up his garbage unless I nag him.
• He leaves his dirty laundry on the floor until I yell.
• He leaves his stuff on the floor, on the tables, on the couch until I threaten to throw them away.
• He watches too much TV until I turn it off.  It will be broken tomorrow, I think. An unplugged cable.
• He plays too many video games until I stand in front of the TV and make him lose the battle.
• He won't eat healthy food unless that's all there is.
• He doesn't want to get off the couch. 
• He eats his cereal with his head in his bowl, slurping.
• He has no ambition to actually do what it takes to get what he wants because he expects me to do everything for him.  He gets mad at me when I won't.
• He can be on the couch and ask me to come in from the kitchen to hand him something that's on the other end of the couch at which point I want to slap him but I don't.  I don't hand it to him either.  I just roll my eyes and walk back into the kitchen.  Sometimes I mutter an expletive, but I don't think that's good for him to hear. 

Sometimes I wonder what kind of a husband he'll make.  Right now, I'm not too impressed. 

Is it universal that twelve year old boys are little crappers or am I just blessed to have this particular one?  Don't answer that. 

I'm done now. 

Thank you for listening, jules