I found out today that we are a family of nice wimps.
DS finally texted that they are about an hour away from home, and that he should not call, because the dad would be mad because he wants DS to stay and unload.
Too bad. Too late.
I had DH call the dad, expecting him to be tough--DS had already been gone since 7am, it is almost 9pm, no dinner that we know of, and cold chicken for lunch...
and DH was heard to say,
"Oh, just wondering what time to pick up DS, since we have not really heard. Oh? Well, we usually like to have him start getting ready for bed around now, and we have weekend plans that he needs to rest up for, so just call me when you are closer in. Ok! have a safe drive!"
And I was literally banging on the befroom door shouting, "FOURTEEN HOURS!!! NO DINNER! CHEAP PAY!"
When he hung up, he looked at me and said, "We know not to help them again. We were helping his elderly mom. You are agitated and need to calm down."
I tried to say that mentioning a (just turned 17 last week) bedtime is wimpy, full of excuse and apology. He just shrugged.
Wimps, I tell ya! Wimps!!
Oh, and as for how much my son works--two weeks ago, we went to a venison rendering party. other families came and went, as it was casual. My son cut meat for several hours straight. Another mom I just met commented that she thought he was a 'ringer,' a hired guy, to help out, because he worked without stopping for several hours. Over 70 lbs ground, plus other cuts. Yes, we received meat as payment.
He works up a sweat and has been given serious jobs at his school and karate and boy scouts and band and church because he is very dependable. He has never been found shirking work, unless it is cleaning his room or doing dishes! He, and his sister, earned every penny that Saturday.
I will let e-hell know how much he received later tonight.