NO, that’s not a typo.
I drive my son nuts, I think. He is so laid back and emotionally adjusted that sometimes I think the island-boy attitude is genetically coded in his DNA.
And yet, when I talk to other parents of 20-somethings…they, too, are baffled by one word answers and cricket sounds when you try to get info out of them. I am reminded that his laissez-faire pace is quite common.
I have to poke and prod and goad and bribe and nag and ride and poke some more to get anything done. I ask myself: did I create this monster called Procrastination? Probably.
Feck.
Just a girl 