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Lucky I was too tired to slap him

by michelle

I have a love/hate relationship with Mondays. On the one hand, there’s the fighting, bickering, “I don’t wanna” arguments that always seem to get the week started off with more of a whinge than a bang and on the other hand, I finally get everyone the hell out of here so I can start ticking things off the long and color-coded to-do list.

This morning was extra special since, on top of the feigning of colds in an attempt to get out of school, we had tears. Real, actual tears. Bully inspired tears. And that just pisses me off. We’ve dealt with bullies before and to some extent always anticipate a little of that as a result of J’s difficulties fitting in. But this morning’s bullying worries were about C. I had to pry it out of him as he just planted himself in the chair and announced he would not be getting on the bus this morning. I wheedled and cajoled until he finally cracked. And all the while, this conversation was peppered with shouts to J to haul his ass out of bed. (Apparently, J seems to think that flopping out of bed at 7:40 and demanding to be waited on is a good plan when the bus will be arriving at 7:45!) So, while I tried not to kill J, C confessed that someone had called his new, favorite jacket “cheesy and gay.” Grrrrrr. It’s a fairly, cool, black coat with a grey sweatshirt underneath. Very skateboard like. Very C. We had the anticipated “just ignore it even if they’re idiots” speech and we tried to come up with solutions but he was miserable.

While this was going on and I was getting a bit stressed (three hours sleep and PMS didn’t help), Sparky says, “You can’t yell at J in the morning. It makes me crazy.” Really? It makes you crazy? Really? (#&%&(#)%*@%!
You know what makes me crazy? Criticism in mid-breakdown.

But that’s not even why I wanted to slap him. It was a benign comment about Monday that made me almost snap. See, I have an enormous list of catch-up chores to get done around here as a result of enjoying some down time this weekend. Sparky headed in late this morning, enjoying cake for breakfast and paused to look at me and announce that it just didn’t feel like a Monday to him. Uh huh. Well, guess what? It sure as hell feels like one to me. And then, after telling me that he couldn’t pick something up while he was out but that he would leave me the car (rental, don’t ask), he took the car.

Happy flippin’ Monday. Grey, dreary, grouchy Monday. Not even the house to myself is cheering me up today but maybe….just maybe….a UPS delivery might help ;)

"Lucky I was too tired to slap him" was published on January 7th, 2008 and is listed in daily rambling, kid craziness, grrrrrr...., rainy days and mondays.

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Lucky I was too tired to slap him: 2 Comments

Michelle wrote,

Do you have a good-looking UPS man or was it just a cool toy?!

That sucks about the comment about the jacket. Tristan recently told me about a friend of his who was near tears and it was because someone called him gay. This sort of kid insult really gets me going. First of all, not only is in keeping with the typical mean-spirited comments designed simply to make someone feel crappy, it’s entire premise is based on the fact that saying someone is gay is an insult. Every time it comes up, I stress how they’re trying to insult by calling someone gay, as if there’s something wrong with it, when there really isn’t, and then I go into my tolerance thing, etc. And then at some point, I usually get flabbergasted when I realize how many adults out there are anti-gay and who probably teach their children that it’s not Christian or moral or whatever, and then the whole gay-comment way of bullying seems even worse.

Anyway, sounds like quite a morning between trying to deal with it all. I get it.

Link | January 7th, 2008 at 8:34 pm
michelle wrote,

Unfortunately, the UPS man is not that hot. But he does bring happy surprises. Today it was just some new organizer things but on a day like today even that makes me happy. Tomorrow it’s new papers and some new sock yarn. It’s the little things.

I know what you mean about the tolerance. We went through this a year or two ago with someone picking on J and he was picked on even more when he stood up and said that he didn’t know why they thought being gay was bad. Idiots. All around idiots and they just keep making more idiots.

No trouble on the bus this afternoon so I’m keeping my fingers crossed that it was a one time incident.

Thanks for the empathy. It’s nice to know someone actually does get it and doesn’t think I’m just losing it. (Or at least a combination of both!)

Link | January 7th, 2008 at 11:41 pm

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