Playing Hooky

… so it’s like this.

After I finished my last post, I made my way to the bedroom and Chief is stretched out on the queen size bed doing his own version of the crucifixion. Meaning, no damn room for me. This has been happening fairly often lately and his response is that it’s been a long time since he had someone sharing his bed. Okay. Whatever.

So I try what I try to get him to move over and forget it. Not working. So I huff and puff, grab a pillow and a spare blanket and try to get comfy on the couch. Which, actually, is not too difficult because it is a pretty comfortable place to sleep. But you know, I’m in this super sensitive emotional girly state so I get alittle weepy and teary but eventually I drift off.

Don’t know what time it was, but Chief wakes me up asking me what I’m doing sleeping out there. I know he thinks it’s because I’m pissed at him but I tell him the truth.. he needs to get his bed sharing abilities sharpened a bit. At any rate, I climb back into bed and it wasn’t for more then 10 minutes when the dog wakes me up to be walked.

This is a pain in the ass.. especially since she has a habit of wanting to go at 3 or 4 in the morning. But she’s used to having a doggie door at our old house and so I can’t really fault her too much for wanting to go when she wants to go. I know the feeling.. 4 guys and a girl with one bathroom? Yea.. sometimes I wish I could just pee in the yard!

So I take her and once again, get back into bed. Chief’s completely out of it so I could forget about at the least spooning, at the most some serious sleepy foreplay.

The alarms start going off at 5:15… then 5:20… then 5:25… with the snooze buttons being slammed in between. Next thing I know, it’s 7:22a.

Neither the kids nor I have any possible chance in hell to make it to school and work on time and Chief has the day off so he made the semi-conscience-don’t-want-to-get-out-of-bed decision to keep the boys home from school and I made the same about not going into work.

Don’t know who’s going to regret it more… since 8am, Spaz’s name must have been called a hundred times and his behavorior doesn’t seem to improve regardless of how much you punish him… how much you try to reason with him.. how much yelling, screaming, hugging or warm and fuzzies are doled out.

Chief told him yesterday morning that he was going to have to put him back on the medication because his highs and lows are so random and extreme that it’s taking it’s tool on everybody… Spaz especially. Can’t be a good feeling to always be sent to your room or be yelled at but he’s a master at finding your last nerve and jumping on it and something is going to have to break somewhere.

I’ll keep you posted on how the day goes… I may just need to lock myself away with the laptop to keep my sanity!!

… and I Should Be Sleeping

It’s 2:03am

I’m alittle un-nerved.. not quite pissed.. maybe alittle disappointed.

Alot of things went on this weekend that I really don’t feel like typing out right now but definately went against the whole Normal Rockwell grain :: typo was on purpose! ::

The weather was crappy.. Spaz and Bubba are grounded for 1 and 3 weeks respectively.. Weed had an issue with the local Deputy Doorights for sitting on a park bench.. and I think everybody kind of felt like the walls were closing in. And here’s me, trying to come to some happy medium with living the life that really should have been awhile down the road but still having that fresh, fuzzy feeling you get when you first fall in love with some one.

At any rate, me and Chief had taken the ground breaking opportunity to get out of the house without the kids so we took a ride to our favorite Farmer’s Market and then to check out some Xmas decorations. Chief’s hella cool to hang out with and we always have a blast being the simple asses we are but sometimes my emotions get skewed because I’m still the giddy girl in love with an awesome guy that loves her back and he’s.. well.. he’s a guy. And sometimes he doesn’t always get that things have become so routine and so normal and standard that I still want it to be the way it was when we first met.

Don’t misunderstand… he constantly tells me he loves me.. constantly hugs, holds and kisses me.. but we’ve just slipped into “the routine” somewhere.

So I’ve been kind of off all day .. trying to work that out in my head while cooking dinner and ironing the Xmas table cloth and mantle runner.. straightening up.. dealing with the dog.. etc. etc. etc.

But fast forward to now.. because I’m just about to crash out and bang my noggin on my laptop..

Everybody :: including me :: in this house are HUGE Playstation freaks and one of my gifts to them for Xmas was a PS3. And of course, I couldn’t wait to play it so it’s been about two weeks since we’ve had it. And I think I’ve only played it for about 2 hours collectively in that time.

The guys are constantly on it and if there is one thing I can’t stand when playing is someone telling me what to do. I want to play the game the way I want to play it.. figure it out on my own and go at my own pace. Impossible here.. especially with Spaz who is almost savant-like when playing but can’t leave you alone when you have the controller. So I don’t even try.

At any rate.. earlier I had fallen asleep and woke up literally crying from a horrible nightmare. The kids were in bed but Chief was playing Medal of Honor. I needed to get my head cleared so I took the dog for a walk. When I got back, I was in the kitchen getting the dog water when Chief came up behind me, wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head asking if I was alright. I told him I had a bad dream but didn’t really feel like going into detail. He told me he was getting killed all over the place in the game and I laughed and went back to bed. He got in bed with me, covered me with his body and we both started to drift off.

Wasn’t long before the dog came into the bedroom and started howling.. here, she had gotten into the trash and had it all over the kitchen. We got up, started cleaning up and by the time I was finished I was wide awake.

Chief was sitting in the living room and I asked him if he was putting the game on. He said he wasn’t and I figured it was the perfect opportunity for me to sit quietly and play. So I put the game on. They’ve almost beat the game so the level they’re at is pretty difficult. I had no preconceived notions of getting through it but just wanted to take some pot shots at Nazi’s.

No sooner did I start to play, Chief started telling me which way to go.. what to do.. where things were at. Okay.. so not my favorite thing.. but I knew he was advising from a good place. That is, until I couldn’t get done what he was telling me to do and he started getting way too intense about it.

I tossed the controller at him and said, “… forget it. You play.” or something to that affect. He jumped up out of the lounge chair.. threw his hands up and said Nope, I’m going to bed.

I was so bent that I couldn’t even think about going to sleep so here I am. But now it is getting late and I do have to go to work tomorrow so I’m going to have to suck it up and climb into bed.

This should be fun.

I Should Have Went To Work – Part 1

.. so not long after I logged off earlier, there was a knock at the door and I heard Chief knock on Weed’s room down the hall and tell him that there were two police officers at the door looking for him.

Rut-Roo.

I knew that him and his crew of perceptive dregs of society get borderline harassed by the local law but this was the first time they’ve come to the door.

Apparently what happened was one night Weed and some of his friends were hanging out at another friend’s house and for some reason, they deceided to write on the basement walls. Yea.. I had the same thought. Trust me. At any rate, it seems that one of the guys wrote a mini-manifesto on the wall and at some point information was passed to the police that there were threats of this kid pulling a Columbine at their schoo.

The kid has been nowhere to be found so the police went to the school to find out which one of his friends weren’t in school either.

See how over sleeping and not paying attention to alarms comes back and bites you in the ass??? LOL

So the police talk to Weed and ask him to tell his friend to turn himself in if it he happens to see him. I guess they made nice and they left. But when Chief and Weed came back into the house, Chief tried to explain why it’s important to convince the friend to turn himself in.. that it would be much worse to not, especially if all this was a misunderstanding.

Now, let me say this… Weed is a sharp kid. But he’s a kid who thinks he knows everything… and because he HAS been the target of a few cops with nothing better to do… he has a disdain for law enforcement. That led to a shouting match between the two of them with Chief explaining to him how serious the threat of a kid shooting up a school is… but I guess because Weed knows what really happened and what was really written.

Weed left the house and a few hours later came back and told his dad that he did find the kid the police were looking for and that they convinced him… in fact, accompanied him.. to the police station.

So bottom line… he did the right thing. But I kind of figured he would’ve… even if his dad didn’t.