Married Leos

So its Monday night, I got my jam jams on relaxing a bit before I go to sleep when the Queen opens the bedroom door and says “there’s Dad”.

“What do you need”,  I reply.

“Your daughter wants you to start the fire pit, its up to you.”

Reluctantly I get up and gather some paper and wood.  While I am in the garage I hear the Queen screaming at the Big One, something about going to the store.  I come in from my foraging and she says that they wanted to go to the store to get food to eat on the deck.

GREAT, now I gotta wait for them to get back to start this fire up.   I get everything ready to go, all I gotta do is light ‘er up.

So they get back, I go out, start the fire.  The Big One and two other teenagers go out and gather around the fire with a bag of something.   I go inside, a few minutes later I am standing by the patio door and I see her standing there, in retrospect looking very guilty.  I think nothing of it and go about doing whatever I did.  Couple minutes later I look out and the HOT cover for the pit is lying on my deck and she is roasting marshmallows.

I tell her ” I don’t think so “.

“Dad!”

“Big One!”

She’s like ” Why do you think we wanted the fire pit going ”

Needless to say I won, THIS TIME.  Few minutes later they are in the house toasting marshmallows on the stove.

If this would have been a Friday or Saturday and I could keep an eye on them it would have been a different story.  And maybe if they would have just told me their intentions to begin with they could have saved the trouble of going to the store.

Lesson learned, next time I take the poker to remove the lid back into the house after I start the fire.

Gotta check to see if there is a nice ring on the deck from the hot cover when I get home.

I got a chat from a buddy of mine today asking how old a child should be to be left alone at home.  So I tell him it depends on how long it is for, if its just a few minutes, maybe 10.  If its going to be a few hours then probably 12 years old.

He proceeds to tell me that he got a call from a co workers WIFE that the cops were at her house, because they left their 8 year old kid home all day alone.

Me: Why did they call you?

Buddy: I don’t know

Me: Why did you go over there, I would have said forget it?

Buddy:  The police were going to press charges and take the kid away so I caved.

Me: Where was the father?

Buddy: Back at work.

Me: Why didn’t she call him?

Buddy: Don’t know, maybe she did but since he just got this promotion yesterday he was afraid to ask to leave.

Me: That’s bullshit, family comes first always, especially if its their kid.

Buddy: Yeah it is and they got a pretty wierd situation going on there anyway.

So my buddy ended up going over there and talking to the cops and called someone else to come look after the kid about 30 minutes later.  The father never did leave work early to find out about his kid.

Where was the mother you ask?  Well she was out of the state.   And apparently they had been leaving him alone for awhile and just now got caught.  I wonder who is watching the kid today.

Before Christmas our son went outside to play with his friends. I had gone out to run a few errands, I came back home started doing things around the house, and then I noticed that someone had left a message on our answering machine. I looked at the caller ID and noticed the number was from one kid whose mother would not let the boy play with her sons because he had bought a game for his Xbox from her garage sale, well the game had some violence in it. I couldn’t believe she would keep them from playing with each other because of that, but hey whatever.

So I go ahead and call the number thinking that the boy wants to stay out longer, like he usually does. The mother answers the phone and I said “hey D, its R how are you?” She responds “well I was doing ok until a few hours ago”. Oh shit what has my boy done now is what I am thinking. She proceeds to tell me that all the boys were playing real good for most of the day and that she didn’t know how to tell me this but that something bad had happened. She had gone outside for a few minutes (I cannot remember for what but it doesn’t matter anyway) she continues saying that she heard someone screaming saying momma momma hurry! She runs in the house to see her eldest son (age 11) holding a knife and the only other person in the kitchen with her kid is my son. My heart dropped thinking my son was hurt, I froze I didn’t know what to say. She said she yelled at her son to drop the knife and wanting to know what the hell was going on. The other boys there told her that her eldest son had her little daughter under a cover and wouldn’t let her out, the little girl started crying and myboy told this kid “hey let your little sister go, the kid told my son to mind his business, my son then tried to tear the blanket away by wrestling with the kid and finally the little girl was able to get out from under the blanket, I guess the kid got pissed and went to get a knife, my son went behind him saying “C” dont’ be mad at me I just wanted you to let your little sister go, and that is when the kid came after my son.

The mother told me that her and her husband have grounded their son for a long time ( I don’t know for how long but even a year isn’t long enough for me) and I told her to send my son home right away, she mentioned that he had left a long time ago, and thought that he was home. Then I thought maybe my son was scarred to death and went somewhere to be alone. The mother kept appologizing saying how sorry she was that her and her husband were just as shocked and embarrassed that their son would do such a thing (I felt like telling her ‘yeah and you are the one you didn’t want MY son playing with your SONS because of the violent game he bought off of YOU, and look who is the violent one”). But I didn’t say anything, I was still to shocked to do anything.

A few minutes later the boy came home and he did look scarred, he said he was ok, but still to have a knife pulled on you, that is pretty scarry. From that day forward I told him that I no longer wanted him to play with those kids, he swore he wouldn’t, but last week as I drove past the kids house on my way to the office and I noticed my sons bike there, CAN YOU BELIVE THIS SHIT? I confronted him and you will not believe the answer he gave me, “mom none of my friends were home, and I wanted someone to play with”. I wanted to beat the crap out of him! Again today we were arguing and he mentioned that I wont even let him play with “C”, I responded back “gee R, I am so sorry that I love you to much that I forbid you to play with that kid! What the hell is wrong with this kid! I told him the first time was a knife who knows what will happen next time and I don’t plan to find out. I cannot believe that he is mad at me, I am trying to protect my young and I am the bad guy. He even said “people do change mom”.

I am so angry right I now I don’t know what to do. My kid is totally NUTS!!!

I should have known that when the alarm went off this morning and I thought it was for the King when actually it was for me I was going to have a bad day.

Now the King sets his alarm and hits snooze like 3 or 4 times, where as I set it and get up the minute it goes off. I had no idea that the King was staying home, he has not been feeling well and wanted to go in to see the doctor. So the damn alarm keeps going off and finally I tell him to turn that shit off then I realize that I am 15 minutes behind schedule! So here I go running around like a idot getting things together.

Once I get 4 of the kids off to school I come into my office to start work. I had downloaded a program that my company started using, but of course there is a glinch so now I have to call support. They finally get it fixed and off I am to start my day. WRONG!!!! Now one of the websites I use on a daily basis will not open for me WTF! Now at 5:45am I had decided that I was going to type up 80 files, I normally do 60 and have done up to 70 but never 80. So here I go again calling support, ok this is taking longer than expected (URGH). Ok now I am off and running again to get some work done, but now it is 1:45 pm and I have to run to the office to pick up supplies and work that my boss sent to me as RUSH work. By the time I get back home it is going on 3pm. I start pumping out the files. My hubby (nice that he is) takes the big one to work.

At 4:45 I take our son for a much needed hair cut (he is going with his father for the weekend and GOD forbid the boy doesn’t look well taken care of, this man cannot even wipe his own ass to save a soul!) Sorry lost track for a minute. Once his hair is cut we go over to pick up the foster kids. Come back home only to find out that at 7pm I have to leave to take the boy to the meeting place (again GOD forbid the boys father can come to my house to pick him up I am sure that once we go to court next Thursday things will change and he will not like it, tough shit dude), and at 8pm I have to go and pick up the big one, again thanks to the King I was spared having to see the asswipe (AKA the exhusband) and he goes and picks up the big one, I am almost done with work (YES!).

I also have to pack an overnight bag for the foster kids because this is the weekend that they spend with their older siblings(YES!) One of the twins is ragging me because she has a rash on her tush and she wants cream on it. I have to still go to the store and get marshmellows for the big one for some school project tomorrow.

My computer is buzzing like it is going to die and my fucking neighbor is having band practice and we have told him time and time again that we put our kids to bed at 8:30 during the week because they go to school. The last time he practiced it sounded like we were the ones playing the shit he plays, so I went over and pounded on his front door for about 15-20 minutes until his wife answered and she says “I told him to turn it down but he doesnt listen to me”, my response was “tell him that “I” am here and that “I” am not happy and I would appreciate the noise but turned down!” From that moment on it was fine, that is until today, the way my day has been going I will be pounding on his door again and a screaming match will take place. I mean come on, seriously how many times do we have to mention to him that his music is loud? And we have been nice about it but I think he really wants to see the bitch come out of me, and believe me it is not a pretty site. I am soooooooooooo glad that it is Friday tomorrow, and I just pray that I have a better day.