Of my four seriously unemployed/underemployed grown children between the ages of 20-31, one of them immediately managed to find a full-time job yesterday afternoon that needed him to start immediately, somewhat shaming the other three? Not around here.

The other three don’t want to mow lawns all day or settle for less than what they think they should earn yet they’re earning nothing right now.

One in particular who had his panties in a wad over his recent firing, doesn’t think to discuss a plan, to make a plan, or even to check on who is now hiring. All advice from me is met with smart replies from someone who’s not acting smart enough to arrive at a well-paying job on time.

He got up at a decent hour, but then wasted time on social web sites, looked around desultorily at job sites, spent an hour ironing a shirt and does not mention his plan to me but then called me several times asking the questions he should have asked me this morning. I quickly grew irritated which only fed into his, “she doesn’t love me,” mentality which he then justifies by stopping the ridiculously pitiful job search.

I don’t expect much more out of him tomorrow either except we’re fixing to have a come-to-Jesus meeting in the morning over my minimal expectations which include a 40 hour work week by an able-bodied grown kid.

It’ll end in an argument because I will not back down, he will get a job, and we will pick up the pieces once again.

I never stop working, everything I do around here is work and I add more items to my plate each day. I model a work ethic, I pay bills and I show them all how to do the same, and I am absolutely boondoggled over anyone’s inability to understand the simple concept of working to pay one’s way in life.