Five Minutes

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Having two teenagers on what is basically house arrest is worse than having a newborn.  With a newborn, you can put them in their crib AND THEY STAY THERE!

Derek worked on Saturday (lucky bastard) so I spent the day at home doing everything I could possibly think to do so that I didn’t go insane …. okay … further insane.  I painted my nails, I took a long bath and finished a book, I watched four episodes of The Good Wife on DVD, and an episode of Castle that I had DVRed.  I cleaned my room.  I did the dishes …. and I checked on the boys to make sure that they were where they were supposed to be …  all damn day long!

When it was almost time to go to bed, I walked out to Riley’s apartment in the backyard to tell them that it was almost bed time.  Riley was there.  Bryce was NOT. 

Bryce had told Riley that he was going back into the house …. but I had just come from the house and I didn’t remember seeing him.  I went nuts at this point.  Running back to the house … running through the house … yelling for him.   Not finding him.  After about two minutes … I was pissed.  I take that back, after about ten seconds .. I was pissed … after about two minutes I was waaaaaaaaaaay beyond pissed !!!  

After about five minutes, I had the phone in my hand and was ready to call the cops and have them come find his sorry ass.  Oh you cannot even imagine how mad I was at this point.

I found him just as I was dialing the phone.

He was in the driveway …. WITH HIS BROTHER’S IPOD ….. LOGGING INTO HIS FACEBOOK ACCOUNT !!!

I yelled …. and I don’t even remember exactly what I yelled, but I am pretty sure it was along the lines of “WELL I HOPE THAT LOGGING INTO YOUR FUCKING FACEBOOK ACCOUNT IS WORTH SPENDING FIFTEEN YEARS IN PRISON … BECAUSE IF I CAN’T FIND YOU AGAIN THEN I AM GOING TO LET THEM ARREST YOU !!!”