.. so while I was off on my StepMom File sabbatical .. the usual things have been going on over here:
Weed :: I’m going to have to rename him since he appears to be taking his sobriety seriously :: is still looking for a job. He was suppose to have an interview on Thursday but for some reason, the woman who set it up :: one of our customers :: didn’t do what she was suppose to do and so there was no interview. He was really disappointed but I told him that that’s life so.. not really much you can do about it but push forward.
He also called me one night asking if I could meet him and the Crack Whore at Target because she bought a futon for him to sleep on :: he was sleeping on her love seat but he wanted a bed and there isn’t any room in her apartment so she was tossing the love seat and replacing it with a futon :: and it wouldn’t fit in her car. It was close to dinner time when he called so I wasn’t going to be able to do it but I wondered how you can buy a futon but you can’t pay your child support for 2 months?
I mentioned that to Chief and he said that if she misses one more payment that the court will haul her in.
Ok.. that’s all fine and dandy but that will be AFTER school starts and how am I going to get them school clothes in the meantime?
Spaz mentioned to me that SHE was going to take him to get clothes and I told him to remind her to get him new underwear and socks too.
Hell.. if you’re going to do it, you might as well do it right… right?
I’m not worried about it.. their problem, not mine.
I finally found out what was going on with Bubba and the Fort Blahblahblah trip that I posted about.
He called Tuesday night and said that he wasn’t going to be able to make it home and if his dad was going to get pissed about it then we were going to have to drive there and get him.
I was like, “.. what the hell are you doing up there anyway?”
He explained that his friend had started college up there but didn’t like it.. or it wasn’t what he thought it was going to be.. so they went up there with the intention of packing up his stuff and they were suppose to get a ride home on Tuesday. But wires got crossed somewhere and who ever was suppose to pick them up with a truck wasn’t going to be able to. The friend :: who does have a job and has had a job the three years I’ve known him :: didn’t want to spring for a UHaul.
I told Bubba that if he didn’t WANT to stay anymore, then I’d pick him up but I wasn’t going to be able to fit all the friend’s stuff in my wagon. He’s just going to have to suck up the cost because that’s what happens when you enter adulthood and change your mind about your future.
He was more worried about Chief being upset with him and I told him that he did the responsible thing by calling so there was no issue. I did tell him that I would make a few phone calls and see if I could find someone with a pick up but I really had no intentions of doing that.
Bubba called back a few hours later and said that his friend decided to stay at college after all and that he would be home on Friday night.
No problem.
He also said that the next time he went up there, he’s going to need to take some money with him because so far, the friend has been picking up the bill for everything. So I told him that he needed to not wait until the last minute to tell me so I’ll know to put some money aside for him.
The following day, he called AGAIN to ask me how much a UHaul would be because the friend decided NOT to stay at college. I swear, for all the hassles my skids cause, I would kill this kid if he were mine and changed his mind fifty times in a night.
Bubba came home last night saying that after being out all week, he’s going to be glad to sleep in his own bed.
Too bad Spaz didn’t close the bedroom door and one of the cats pissed on his pillow.
And speaking of Spaz..
Thrusday night I over heard a conversation with him and the Crack Whore. She wanted him to sleep over this weekend :: um, I hope she realizes that this is NOT the weekend me and Chief are going away :: but Spaz told her that he was staying at his Uncle Sarge’s house the weekend.
Um.. didn’t know that but ok..
The one thing she does that I absolutely deplore :: well, there’s many but.. :: is that she puts Spaz in the position to make decisions that he shouldn’t have to make.. she lays MAJOR guilt trips on him.. and from what I hear Spaz saying, she was asking him why he couldn’t stay over her house Friday and have Uncle Sarge pick him up at her place. Spaz told her because he didn’t know where she lived and she actually started yelling at him which caused him to get really upset and frustrated.
Because .. yknow.. the RIGHT thing to do would be to call Chief and ask him about taking Spaz in the first place since she has NO legal custody of them and NO court ordered visitation rights. But yknow.. Chief isn’t bothered by the fact that everybody does what they want with his kids.. most times without telling him.. and for the LIFE OF ME I can’t wrap my head around that.
Friday, I reminded him to call the Crack Whore to make sure she was taking the kids the weekend of the 28th. I know WE had the discussion but you never know what color pill she popped before you talk to her and so if you don’t keep reminding her she uses the “..you never told me” bullshit.
So he calls and she doesn’t pick up. He doesn’t leave a message which drives me up a freakin’ wall. NONE of them leave voice mails. So I make him call her again and he leaves a message.
She never calls back.
When we get home after closing the shop… no Spaz.
Now, earlier I had mentioned something to Weed about the possibility of Spaz spending the night at his place :: he hates it when the kids stay there because they really are assholes :: so Chief may have over heard me.. or not. I don’t remember. But we come into the house and he sees that Spaz isn’t home and left all his dishes in the sink. So I’m like, well.. guess he knew he was going away the weekend and figured, fuck doing the dishes.”
Chief doesn’t say anything.. he just starts washing the dishes and I say to him, “… did you get a phone call from her saying that she was taking him?”
Nope.
“… and that doesn’t bother you? It doesn’t bother you that you come home and the kid that NEVER leaves the house isn’t hear and if it wasn’t for me overhearing his conversation yesterday you’d have no idea where he was or who he was with?”
He turned the water up and didn’t answer.
He made a quick dinner :: hot roast beef sandwiches and potato salad .. the man in RENOWN for his potato salad :: and when we sat down to eat, I asked him:
Why did you even want custody of your kids if you weren’t going to care about where they are, who they’re with or what they do?
He never answered and I didn’t push it because I didn’t want to argue.. especially since we had the house to ourselves.
LIVING ME 101 