My seventh grader has been frantically roaming the house this morning. Every step accompanied by a deep sigh of frustration. When he speaks, his voice is tinged with pent up anger. It's at least a pitch higher than normal and the volume has been turned up to max. He's got my nerves on edge.
When I asked him what's wrong, he replied, in a high pitched whine, "I just don't want to work today!"
I must concur. Neither do I.
Off to the library we go!