Dear Oldest Child:

You're 21 years old.

You're jobless.

You sleep til noon, then get up and go job hunting. Ummm...most businesses open at 8-10am, not noon. IE, you're not impressing potential employers with your lackadaisical attitude.

BTW, the iron is in the laundry/storage room. Use it.

You seem to think that by virtue of being your parent, it's my responsibility to feed, clothe and provide you money. It's not. Not anymore. I was on my second job, buying my own clothes, paying for my own transportation, and paying rent to my parents. At 21.

Get off your ass, off my sofa, and take control of your life...or I will drive your ass to the fucking recruiter's office myself. You have no idea how much freedom you have until someone takes it from you.

Love,
Your pissed off, fed up mother