One of the hardest things to execute is leaving a bad-tempered teenager alone when they are in a bad mood.
The younger is playing football this year and he is finding out just how little coaches care about those unannointed who play on the second team. A sophomore on varsity is an accomplishment, but you are a long-term project and not to be confused with the money-in-the-bank starters. Good sound management by the coaching staff, but the sophomore in question is not amused and throwing off bad vibes like only a wounded teenager can sulk.
So I am sitting downstairs getting ready for the end of summer and getting one boy into college and nursing a wounded ego through his first intimation that he is not in fact the center of the universe.
I should have gotten dachshunds.