Go away kid, you bother me.....

OK. I have been patient. Now I am done.

My husband goes to bed every night at 8pm because he gets up at 3:30 am for work. My son, age 21, think s nothing of inviting his buddies here to have a band practice.

They go in the basement, and play a random several bars of the same thing over and over and over until you just want to VOMIT!! It is his new "thing", music that isn't music, or whatever the hell he calls it. I would say it was like techno, but that would be an insult to techno. It's like techno without the tech, and just electric guitars, bass, drums, and keyboards.

Last week, at 9pm, I wanted to wtach a show on TV. This "shit" was blasting so loud from the basement, I couldn't hear the TV. I went down and asked him to play actual music and stop playing that "shit." he got all riled up and said, "It is music!!" And said I was the most discouraging person in the world. And then told me to fuck myself.

I didn't speak to him for a week, but I did finally buy a card and say I was sorry for dissing his music. I was just really stressed out last week, and just wanted to chill and watch TV, which I don't do very often.

He however, has not been man enough to apologize for what he said to me. And, even though we use the F bomb freely in this house, as in WTF, etc, it did hurt my feelings.

I shouldn't have expected much from this spoiled self-indulged punk with an over-inflated sense of entitlement.

Tonight, he did it again. Playing that crap after his dad goes to bed. He works from 2pm until 8pm, why can't they practice while we are at work? How ignorant can he be to play so loud while his father is trying to sleep? I am sad to say, my son is being an asshole.

So, tonight. I said nothing. Tomorrow, I am cutting off his car insurance and asking the insirance company to give him 30 days to find a new policy. All he had to do was respect us for all we do for him. Now, he can kiss my ass! Next will be the cell phone. He's going to be a busy little boy the next few weeks.

Methinks it's time for the little (ungrateful) baby bird to be pushed from the next before he takes root. For his own good!