His mother is coming to stay with him for the week, but until then, we're going to look after him for two days (me and Derek). I made him dinner and cleaned his house for when he came home. God forbid it looked like that when his mother came over. He is not exactly a neat nick. I didn't think that anyone could eat so much pizza and still look like he does.
I'm glad to be able to help him out for a change. Between the car repairs, rides home, and last second babysitting, this was the least that I could do. Hopefully, he will be back to himself after the week is over. Right now, he is not. He is cranky and bored--like an overgrown baby. He actually tried to talk me into letting him mow his lawn for some odd reason. I told him that if I saw him out there, I would break both his arms. He pouted, but he listened. It's nice to have someone listen to me, for a change.
