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No.

I’m not talking about sex .. although I think I would have rather talked about sex then actually talking about what I talked to Chief about this morning …

And no.. I didn’t tell him that I had met some non-English speaking gazillionaire who was going to whisk me away to his private island full of hot cabana boys.. 24-7 reality show loops.. WiFi and no kids.

However…

If you ARE a non-English speaking gazillionaire who has a private island full of hot cabana boys.. 24-7 reality show  loops.. WiFi and no kids and you want to whisk me away from here to there then by all means, send your application in.

Anyway.. no.. the conversation I had with him this morning had to do with his kids and school.

Currently Bubba and Spaz go to bed whenever they want to.. and usually on the couch. Which they’re not suppose to do. In fact, they’re not even suppose to GO NEAR the recliner because they’re both huge and don’t know how to sit on ANYTHING without plopping their asses on it and breaking it.

But.. yknow.. I’m not the one who didn’t want them on the recliner :: well, actually I was but it was because of Chief’s insistence that the reason why he doesn’t sit in the living room watching tv or playing PS3 with his kids is because there was no recliner and he told them himself that he didn’t want them anywhere near it :: but anyway.. I’m off track..

So Bubba has been getting up at around 4 or 5 in the afternoon and stays up all night on the computer.. Spaz is just as bad but because Bubba won’t let him on the computer, he usually falls asleep on the couch.

Now.. Bubba isn’t a morning person. Bubba isn’t a SCHOOL person.

Spaz isn’t a school person either but at least he’s somewhat easier to wake up in the morning.. it’s the fighting for the hour to get him to get dressed that I loathed.

And that’s the point..

Chief leaves for the shop way before the kids need to get up for school… so guess who has to wake them up?

Guess who they don’t listen to one way or the other?

Guess who is SO NOT LOOKING FORWARD TO SEPTEMBER 1st?

SIDE NOTE: Is eating a half box of Cheez-Its bad? I didn’t realize that I was just shoving them into my face for the past half hour!

So I tell him that there’s a few things that need to be done.. starting like.. NOW.

The computer HAS to be turned off at 11pm. If he can’t stay up until that time to do it, then he needs to either do something to the computer to shut it down OR he’s going to have to do something with the wireless modem.

HE is going to have to get the kids up before he goes to work in the morning. He needs to get them up and make sure they’re dressed before I even get out from under the covers because I am not going to go through what I’ve been going through for the past three school years.

So he was spitting out all the “you’re right”s and “I agree”s ..

You and I both know it’s not going to happen but at least it’s documented here in case my defense attorney needs to use it after I smother both kids in their sleep!!

Ok.. all is right in the world now!!!

I know it seems a little suspicious that I was all torqued over this situation with Bubba and Chief and then didn’t post for a few days but that actually had nothing to do with anything.

After my last post, I left my laptop on the radiator in my bedroom to charge and when I came home later in the afternoon, either Ernie or Moan-AH had gotten tangled up in the wires and knocked it off.

So it didn’t work and I had to bring it down to the local computer hospital for fixin’.. which they did for like 20 bucks.

He’s a good guy, that computer doctor.

I tried a few times to post from my iPod Touch but if you ever had to use an iPod Touch to do anything other then listen to music then you know how freakin’ HARD it is to type on a flat screen with no keyboard. Way too many typos and A LOT of frustration!!!!

iPod Touch’s rock though… so if you happen to get your hands on one, do so.

So I’m back … just in time to have yet ANOTHER twenty inches of snow drop on us :: we had over that drop a few days ago :: so I’m sure being holed up in the snow with no vehicles to drive is going to be priceless!!!

Yes.. I do mean the alcoholic drug addicted red head from the Partridge Family.

You guys are going to love this one..

NOTE: I have 45 minutes until I have to drive Spaz to school so I’m going to have to type REALLY fast .. cause this is a long one.

Ok.. so currently, Danny Bonaduce hosts a local morning show. Funny as shit.. if you can stream it, do so. Anyway, I usually have it on when I drive Bubba to school.

Not to make this too complicated.. because there’s a lot to type .. I remembered that he had once had a show on VH1 called Breaking Bonaduce which centered around his addictions and his marriage :: he has divorced since the show ended :: and so I downloaded both seasons from iTunes and watched them all back to back in a single day.

It was both painful to watch.. sad.. and all the other adjectives that escape now because I was once married to a bipolar alcoholic and there were moments when I was either going GRRRR!!! or OMG! I LIVED THAT! or WHY CAN’T YOU SEE WHAT YOUR DESTRUCTIVE BEHAVIOR IS DOING??

Of course, there were other times when I was yelling at my laptop monitor at his then wife saying YOUR A FUCKING BITCH!!

But the one thing that I took away from it .. which I really didn’t expect so it was kind of an epiphany .. was that people are who people are and you can’t force someone to change into what you want them to be. There was a moment played that I thought.. yknow, you want her to do this that and the other and react in this manner or that manner and that’s JUST. NOT. HER.

It seemed that in his mind, he had a fantasy or ideal on the perfect wife and since she wasn’t capable of being that, it all crashed and burned.

Ok. Remember that because it plays into the reason for this post.

Since I haven’t been blogging, you guys don’t know what happened at the beginning of December.

You know Bubba and his refusal to accept school as a necessity and he spends his day there either being disrespectful to his teachers and refusing to do classwork and no doing homework.

We’ve tried communicating with his teachers to email us with his homework so WE would know what was going on but that was hit or miss and there was really no way to go AH HA! YOU LIED! YOU DO HAVE HOMEWORK! without anything to shove in his face as proof.

Things kind of came to a head and Chief’s immediate response was to ground him. My immediate response was to forward the teacher’s emails to the Crack Whore.

When Bubba came home from school that day, I told him that his father was grounding him and he got all bent out of shape. He doesn’t get that it’s HIS actions that are causing the problem. In his world, he can do whatever he wants.. when he wants.. and there shouldn’t be any reprecussions.

He then went on a whiny tale about how our focus is always on the negative and there is never any accolades for when he does something right. You know.. positive reinforcement.

NOTE: Those are my words. Bubba can’t even spell anything past 4 letters.

So, ok. I told him that I’d give him a shot. That I would talk to his father and get the grounding lifted ONLY FOR THE WEEKENDS. But during the school week, he has to come right home.. do his homework and then he’s in. No roaming the streets with his posse.

Mind you.. I believe that that’s how it should be anyway. But I’m obviously old school and my belief that giving a kid too much liberty isn’t a good thing falls on deaf ears.

Cause, you know.. his kids have SUCH a good track record :: if I could physically have that sentence drip with sarcasm I would ::

At any rate..  Chief comes home from work and he doesn’t even want to discuss anything because he’s so sick and pissed off at Bubba’s behavior.

Wonderful. Great parenting skills there Bucky.

But then, I get an email from the Crack Whore. She’s fuming at his behavior also and is coming over after dinner to take his laptop away. She isn’t going to reward him for bad behavior and since she was the one who bought the laptop.. well, she has every right to take it from him and pawn it off at a pawn shop because she needs money for Christmas as a punishment.

Needless to say, that didn’t go over well with Bubba. He flat out refused to give it to her and started calling her all kinds of names.

It’s not that I felt bad for him .. but I wanted to try in some way to get through to him the importance of school and doing what he’s suppose to do so I told him that he had a month until his birthday :: in fact, today is his 15th birthday :: and if he did what he was suppose to do .. if he started taking school seriously and did his work and home work and didn’t blow off tutoring and raised his grades, I’d get him a new laptop for his birthday.

I told him that I didn’t expect straight A’s .. but I wanted the effort.

He seemed to perk up with that and the following day, he showed me the 1800.00 Alienware computer that he wanted. Instead of telling him YOUR FUCKING OUT OF YOUR MIND .. I went along with it.. mentally figuring what it would take to get him it.

Inside, I knew he wasn’t going to hold up his end of the deal. And that might have been wrong but this kid has GOT to learn there are consequences for his actions.

Plus, I know people.. if you know what I mean.. who can get me stuff like that at a really cheap price.

No more will be said about THAT!! Heh.

So a month goes by and he does nothing. I mean nothing with a capital N-O-T-H-I-N-G.

Doesn’t do his make up work during Xmas break.. doesn’t go to tutoring.. doesn’t do his homework.

So on Tuesday, during the drive to school, he asks me if he’s getting the computer.

I ask him if he thinks he deserves it and he says that he thought so because the time when his teacher had to wake him up IN CLASS he didn’t freak out on her.

I wasn’t even going to go into THAT.. I told him he wasn’t getting it because he didn’t hold up his part of the deal. That didn’t sit well with him and so he told me that he wasn’t going to do nothing in class this weak. I told him if thought that was a threat towards me then he was more of an idiot then I thought.

But it didn’t sit right with me.. that he would get an additude with me.. that he was twisting it around to make it out to be my fault and that I went back on my word.

My word is a BIG thing to me and I’m not going to let some pissant 15 year old take advantage of me, my heart and my good nature.

I relay this to Chief and he’s just as upset that he thinks not doing work is a punishment on us.

Bubba doesn’t come home for dinner that night.. in fact, he stays out until 9:30. I ask Chief what he’s going to do about it and he asks me what he SHOULD do about it.

Great parenting skills there, Bucky.

So Bubba comes home and basically Chief tells him that he’s suppose to come home right after school everyday.. Bubba says nothing.

Then Chief calls him out on his “not doing work” comment and says, “.. what are you 5?” Bubba says he guesses.

Then Chief tells him to go eat dinner.

And that was that. No more. No punishment. NO hollaring. No beating him over the head with a stick.

And I’m not a happy camper because his kids are the way they are because of him and his inability to be a parent.

So yesterday comes around and I try to get out of the store before Bubba comes in and I don’t make it.. and as soon as he comes in I feel like all the oxygen has been sucked out of the room.

So I run across the street to get cigarettes and when I get back, I’m rushing around to get what I need so that I can leave. In a hurry.

Bubba.. who hasn’t said a word to me since the drive to school on Tuesday, asks me if I would give him a ride home.

I said No.

He asks why.

I said because I didn’t want to.

He says that that’s fucked up.

Yes. He did say “fucked up” .. and yes, he father did hear him say that and no, nothing was said to him about if from his father.

Whole other story there.

My response is “whatever” .. because this is exactly the same way Bubba acts when asked to do something.

I walk in the back to get my keys and Chief says to me, ” .. what’s the big deal about driving him home?”

If looks could kill he’d still be smoking. Right then I felt the steel doors slam down in my brain and my emotions get iced up.

I did an about face without saying a word to Chief, grabbed my bags and said to Bubba, “… get in the car, your father said I have to drive you home”.

And I left.

No good byes.. no kiss.. no “I love yo” … I just walked out.

Chief followed after me and as I was getting in the car, I said to him, “.. you better tell your son to get his ass out here because I’m leaving as soon as I get the car started.”

Bubba came out and I drove like I was Vin Diesel in The Fast and The Furious the whole BLOCK AND A HALF home.

I slam my brakes in front of the house and I tell him to tell Bird :: who was in my house :: that I’d be home in a few minutes.  Which, of course, he doesn’t.

He takes a shower and leaves.

I’m all kinds of amped. And I’m all kinds of royally pissed off at Chief. I felt that knowing what the situation was and that I actually SAID NO to driving the lump of lard home.. that he should have backed me up and told Bubba to walk.

I felt like.. once again.. he had no regard for MY feelings. Which of course, led me down a path of picking apart everything in our relationship and how most times I feel unappreciated and taken for granted.

Let’s face it.. he’s not around his kids a lot and I am basically a non-parent with a primary parent role. And I’m starting to resent it. Especially because they have absolutely no respect for me or for anything I say or ask or want.

And let’s face it… he’s not a good parent. That’s been well documented.

So to avoid the inevitable confrontation where I KNOW I would say things to just purposely hurt him, I went to sleep. I cooked dinner and kept it warm and told Spaz that I didn’t feel like eating and that his father could plate everything and then I went into the bedroom and pulled the covers over my head.

When Chief came home, I pretended to be asleep. He kissed me on the head.. had dinner with Spaz and then came back into the bedroom. I had to go pee really, really bad so I didn’t have a choice but to get up to go to the bathroom.

My plan was to just go to the bathroom and then hang out in there and read the book I have in there :: men aren’t the only ones who do that! :: but when I got in there, there was no toilet paper and piss all over the floor.. from Bubba.. because I don’t think he even holds it when he pees.

So I stomp out of the bathroom.. into the bedroom.. and grab my jacket. Chief asks where I’m going and I tell him THERE’S NO TOILET PAPER AND PISS ALL OVER THE FLOOR.. and stomp out.

I grab my car keys.. can’t find my wallet :: I planned on tanking up the station wagon while I was out because I was running on fumes :: .. and then stomped back into the bedroom looking for it.

CHIEF: What are you looking for?
ME: My wallet
CHIEF: I have money
ME: Not the point
CHIEF: I know it’s not the point but I have cash on me

I didn’t reply .. just walked out.

Now, I know you’re going to think that I was being a real bitch .. or maybe even the “c” word.. but it really doesn’t matter what you think. It was what it was and everything will become clear in a minute. Just hang in there.

So I go out to the car and drive to the shop and found my wallet there. I go to the bathroom.. grab some toilet paper.. get gas and drive through Dunkin’ Donuts and got a bagel because basically, I was so hungry I had a headache.

Now.. if I was REALLY a bitch or a cunt, I would have gotten myself coffee and not gotten him any! But I didn’t. What can I say, I’m nice like that! Heh.

I go back to the house and back into the bedroom.. all the while with my iPod headphones on. He knows I’m ignoring him. He knows I’m pissed off and he knows why. Don’t be fooled. I know him like the back of my hand and just the fact that he asked me if Project Runaway was on was a tell tale sign.

But instead of asking me what was wrong.. or instead of opening up a dialog about what happened at the store with driving Bubba home OR about the conversation they had in there that I couldn’t hear but knew I was being discussed… he went to sleep.

Now.. here’s where Danny Bonaduce comes in.

Back at the top of this long ass post, I said that the problem with his marriage was that he wanted / expected things from his ex-wife that she couldn’t give. And that’s the problem with me and Chief.

I need someone who will face problems or talk about problems or be concerned about problems.. he doesn’t.

I need someone who feels free enough in a relationship to communicate. He doesn’t.

I need someone who can recognize something that’s breaking and do whatever necessary to try and fix it because it’s important enough to fix.. and he doesn’t.

Mars.. Venus.. say what you want. Defend it any way you can. Try and justify it.. but the bottom line is even though I love this man with everything I have, he can’t give me what will make me happy. He can’t do the things that won’t make me feel like I’m barely keeping my head above water. And so.. no matter how much I love him .. the whole thing is toxic.

I’m not trying to bash him here. He is who he is and isn’t going to change. I can’t keep going knowing that I will feel just as taken for granted tomorrow as I do today.

I’ve tried talking to him before :: well documented on here :: but he does nothing but get defensive or buries his head in the sand wishing problems away.

And what it all boils down to .. and it breaks my heart seams to even thing about it.. is that he was looking for “someone” .. I was looking for “him”. There’s a difference, as subtle as it may seem. A big difference.

He wanted someone who would take all the responsibilities from him .. house, kids, bills, laundry. Because lets face it, he has none of those anymore. I just happened to stick around longer then his other relationships did.

I doubt that he loves me the way I love him. I think I was just “there”.. and not wanting to go through the whole process of finding someone.. he stuck with me.

My name could be Joanne or Elizabeth or Paula or Matilda .. I don’t think he loves me because I’m Leese.

And that’s a huge blow to the ego.. A huge blow. Because let’s face it.. everyone wants to be loved for who they are .. for what they’re about.. me more then most and I think I delusion-ed myself into thinking that I was the center of his universe the way he is mine.

Coming to this realization threw down my steel door. Emotionally, I’m not attached. I know now.. that I have to get a plan together to leave this relationship and all the devastation that comes with it.

I was talking to Bird about this today and she graciously offered me her house to stay in for a few days to get my thoughts together and give him the opportunity to see what life is like without me.. I’m not taking her up on her offer because I need to do this my way in my time. So that it’s better for me.

I’m over getting upset about how the kids treat me.. how they take advantage of me.. how he doesn’t back me up.. take an active, parental role in their lives. I deserve much more then what I’ve been getting the last few years. I’ve been in hell and it’s time to get out. I don’t like being the person who isn’t always laughing anymore.. who finds life a drudgery. That’s not who I am .. but it’s what I’ve become.

Heart? Head? Heart? Head? … I need to go with my head on this one.

Sigh…

Okay.. so it’s been a fairly eventful few days.

I had yet ANOTHER funeral to attend :: this for the mother of one of my “other” brother’s :: that I’ll post about later but right now, I’ll just focus on the dysfunction that is my family.

So Friday we’re in the shop.. it’s a few minutes after 7 and we’re closed. I told Chief that he was crazy for answering it but he did anyway. I was in the back but heard him yell, “… I didn’t say he was punished but he’s NOT sleeping out”

Yep.. the Crack Whore.

Rewind to earlier in the day.

The Crack Whore’s half brother :: hereby referred to as “Dumbass” :: called asking if Bubba could sleep over his house the weekend. Now Dumbass has about 4 different kids with 4 different woman. None of them live with him and whenever the son that’s Bubba’s age stays with him, Dumbass wants Bubba to sleep over so that he [Dumbass] won’t have to entertain or be bothered with him.

Most times, Bubba doesn’t want to go over because at his age, he’d rather be with his friends. But that’s neither here nor there.

Anyway… it was the kid’s birthday and I guess it was an excuse to get their addiction riddled family together but I told Dumbass that Bubba wasn’t allowed to sleep over. School is starting in a few days and he needs to get back on track with sleeping earlier and whatever and he’s been not doing what he’s suppose to be doing so he’s being banned from doing certain things and sleeping out is one of them.

Dumbass starts giving me a hard time about it.. “.. but it’s the last weekend of the summer” and “.. can’t you just bend this time?” .. that type of I WANT WHAT I WANT AND I’LL WEAR YOU DOWN UNTIL YOU GIVE IT ME syndrome.

That seems to run rampant on that side of the family along with their various addictions.

Anyway, I tell him that no, I can’t allow him to go because that would mean we’re not following through with our word and he needs to learn that their are consequences for his actions.. that he needs to mature a little :: ok, a lot :: and if we go back on our word then he’s just going to skate again.

“But”, I said, “.. you’re a parent, Dumbass. You know all about that. Oh, sorry.. you’re kids don’t live with you. Never mind.”

All during this exchange, Chief is yelling “No! No! NO!” but Dumbass doesn’t want to hear that either. I guess he thinks he has more chance to get me to give him what he wants then he does from Chief. Who knows. There’s a reason why I refer to him as dumbass.

Anyway.. I tell him that I have to go back to work and he says, “.. well, see if you can work on it.” and that’s that.

So when the Crack Whore called, she wanted to know why Bubba was punished. Chief told her that he wasn’t necessarily punished but he wasn’t sleeping out because he needed to start getting into a routine. She started the same full court press as Dumbass but Chief was like, NO! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THEY’RE LIKE EVEYRDAY. YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT’S LIKE TO GET HIM UP IN THE MORNING.

He told her that he didn’t have a problem with Bubba going to the party.. as long as Spaz goes to.

NOTE: Because Dumbass doesn’t have a kid Spaz’s age, he never invites him over to his house and gets very perturbed when reminded that Spaz is just as much his nephew as Bubba is. And you wonder why Spaz has issues?

Then she must have asked something about having Spaz spend the weekend at her place and at first Chief said he didn’t know but that was when I popped my head out and made the NOOOOOOOOO face. He then told her no. She must have asked why not and he went into all the things that go on over at her place. She must have said ” oh really ” or something because Chief started going off on her about “… Yes! REALLY!” and proceeds to go into how every time Spaz comes home from her place he’s always upset about the things she says to him about Chief or Me or both or whatever.

I honestly don’t remember how it came about but he said something to her about once again, she goes to the kids about something instead of talking to him first about it and she said that Spaz was the one who asked HER to sleep over.

NOTE: Not for anything… but how sad is that? If Spaz didn’t say anything to her, she wouldn’t have wanted him to stay over.

So Chief asked her where she was at and how was it that Spaz was asking her anything and she said she was up at the house. His immediate response was YOUR NOT IN MY HOUSE ARE YOU? and she said she wasn’t.. that she stopped by because she wanted to talk to Bubba. No doubt to put the guilt trip on him about his cousin’s birthday party.

They do that a lot to the kids.. put guilt trips on him.. and they’re both too young to see it for what it is and they both feel bad and get sucked into their vortex. Sad situation.

Anyway.. he tells her again that none of his kids are sleeping out anywhere and then tells her that he’s hanging up because he just wants to get done work.

So he hangs up and you know, whenever she slithers out of her crack den I get an attitude. So we have some kind of dialog about how they just won’t take no for an answer and went back to doing what we were doing to close the shop.

I wound up asking him if she’s been in the shop.. because, you know, the food stamp cards got filled up.. and he was like, “Hell no”. But I’m still not sure if I believe him or not.

We finally finished with the shop.. grabbed dinner and went home. I was half expecting her to still be there and was gearing myself up for a confrontation but she wasn’t there.

So we go inside and Chief immediately starts telling Spaz that the reasons why he doesn’t want him spending the night over at the crack den.  But.. umm.. Chief really isn’t good at “saying” things. So I jump in and tell Spaz that it’s our responsibility to keep him safe and look out for his well-being and HE [Spaz] even told me that everyone in her family except for her step father is an addict.

He said, “.. well, I THINK everybody is”

And then all the bells.. whistles.. and flags started flashing in my head.

I said, “YOU’RE the one who tells me these things so if you’re lying about it then you need to realize that you’re lies are causing A LOT of problems.. like when you lied about being sick all last year in class just to get sent to the nurse and not do your work”

Spaz smiles and giggles when he gets caught in a lie and tries to change the subject. That’s what he started doing but Chief had heard the conversation and said, “.. Bubba says the same things”.

He does. He’s told me plenty of things so it’s not that I don’t believe Spaz in this case but I just wanted to press upon him that his lying causes problems.

So Spaz goes off to bed and me and Chief go watch something in our bedroom. I ask him if he told Bubba about the party and he said that he hadn’t, but he would.

Fast foward a few hours and Chief is fast asleep. Bubba was still up and in the living room watching tv when I got up to go to the bathroom so I tell him about the party.

Bubba tells me that Spaz had told him about it.. that they have to be at the crach den at noon and also that the Crack Whore was suppose to give Spaz the 200.00 she owes him.

NOTE: A few years ago, the Crack Whore told Spaz that she would give him $5.00 for every “A” he had gotten on his report card. He’s been keeping track. Since she told him about her settlement, he called her out on it and she said she would give it to him when her check clears. Let’s all hold our breath waiting for that to happen.

I tell Bubba that I know nothing about it and he asks me if I want to play a few round of Call of Duty.

Since he asked, I figured I would play a couple of rounds because I think it’s important to spend as much time with them as possible. Even though I was dragging and just wanted to go to sleep.

He then tells me that he’s hungry and if I would drive him to McDonald’s or something. I tell him to forget it because there are things in the kitchen. He said there wasn’t and when I went to check.. sure enough.. there wasn’t anything there.

You can thank Spaz for that :: but more on that later ::

So because I felt bad that 1) he was hungry and 2) I felt completely irresponsible that I didn’t know there wasn’t anything to eat in the house and wound up taking him to go get something.

I tell him to make sure he cleans up after himself and then into my bedroom to crash.

The following morning, Saturday, I had to get up early because I needed to be at my mom’s by 8am for the funeral. So I get up and of course, there’s shit in the sink and there’s a big ass soda cup left on the dining room table.

Spaz was already up watching tv so I told him that before he went to the crack whore’s that he needed to take a shower.. change his underwear.. and make sure the kitchen and house were straight.

So I go to the funeral and get back to the store around 5. We closed an hour early because of the holiday weekend and went to do some food shopping for the house. For dinner, he was going to make Pork Fried Rice, Ribs and Egg Rolls :: from scratch. I <3 living with a chef! :: So we get home and guess what? Nothing in the sink was washed.. the house was a wreck.. Spaz changed his clothes but didn’t take a shower and didn’t change his underwear. Bubba left a pile of clothes on the floor… TWO FEET away from the damn laundry basket.

I’m pissed.

Beyond pissed.

So I tell Chief that when they get home they were both going in their bedroom and no Playstation or computer Sunday. That’s the consequence. They know that and I’m determined not to go back on that.

I have to be honest. I didn’t think they WOULD be home. Since both the crack whore and Dumbass wanted the kids to sleep over.. and more importantly, Chief said NO.. my thought was that :: as it got later and later :: the phone call was going to come saying that she wasn’t bringing the kids home for one bullshit reason or the other.

So about 9:30, my cell phone rings and I immediately hand it to Chief and he groans.

Turns out, it was Bubba. He wanted to know if he could stay out later. Chief was like, “.. how late? And where’s Spaz?” and then he said, “.. ok. Tell her to bring you back at 11” and then he had some kind of look on his face and hung up the phone.

He tells me that after he told Bubba to be home at 11, Bubba responded with, “.. we might as well come home now then” in that whole dejected Oh-Pooh-I-Lost-My-Tale Eeyore attitude. So Chief asks me if I thought that I was fair and I told him more so.. and that I didn’t think that she was going to bring them home anyway and he said that that had crossed his mind too.

They came home and I immediately told them that they had to go to their bedroom.. that they couldn’t play on the computer or the video games and the reason why. And then Chief told them that there was food in the kitchen if they were hungry and to grab something to eat before they went to bed.

Spaz immediately went in his bedroom but Bubba is not one to pass up food so he made a plate and sat at the table to eat.

I forget what started it.. maybe nothing.. but I think Chief mentioned something about school and Bubba came in to the living and said, “… yea, about that.” And proceeded to say that the Crack Whore was freaking out because she asked him if we had bought them clothes and Bubba said, “.. not that I know of”

Then I freaked out on him. I said, “… not that you KNOW of? Didn’t I just buy you 4 pairs of jeans, about 10 shirts, 2 packs of underwear and about 40 pairs of socks? And why is she asking YOU about that when she should be asking HIM [Chief]”

He said he didn’t know and I said that .. as usual.. they had or would have everything they needed with no help from her.

Really. If she was THAT concerned about them having clothes.. or haircuts.. or shoes.. or whatever.. then why the HELL doesn’t SHE buy them? She’s getting a settlement from a fake lawsuit.. go to town, bitch.

Ok. So I know that that isn’t the correct way that I should have handled it but you know what? You can’t expect me to ALWAYS suck things up. I’m only human after all.

So Bubba goes to sleep.. and Chief goes to sleep.. and I wound up spending most of the early morning having amazing Call of Duty games because every single enemy that came in front of my weapon had the crack whore’s name written on the bullet.

Whatever works, right?