pissy

At the risk of being brutally honest and writing while I'm upset and having a terrible day, consider yourself warned as to what you will read. It's been one of those days.

Principal calls and says Dalton peed on the baseball field at school during recess. He had to call and tell Mike about it.

I come home from work and see Devin sitting in the window. Except Devin isn't supposed to be in the window, she's supposed to be at BASE, which is the after school program. So I call Mike and ask why she's home and he was shocked and had no idea. I walk in and then see Dalton. He too is supposed to be at BASE. So I asked Dalton what he is doing home and he said the teacher told him his dad called and he was supposed to go home. I call Mike back and he did not call. Next, I tried calling the school, but couldn't get a hold of the teacher, so I called her at home and left a message. I'm still waiting to hear from her.

In the meantime, I figure I should call BASE and find out how they knew the kids wouldn't be there. The director tells me that Dalton came over and told Devin and 2 teachers they were supposed to ride the bus home. While I'm still on the phone with her, I ask Dalton if he told Devin and the teachers this and he said no. So I verify with the director one more time that 2 teachers were told. Dalton lied. I was livid.

I hang up the phone and ask him what the truth is. He just stares at me. Again, I ask for the truth. He said his teacher told him to put his chair on the desk and then he left the classroom and he heard something about "home" or "house". He doesn't remember exactly what she said and also mentioned he may have heard her incorrectly. Hmmmmmm, ya think?

I call Mike because I'm fuming mad over everything. I was already stressed out from trying to find paint colors for the girls room when they picked black and white bedding and of course won't pick a color themselves. I decided Dalton needed to go to his room and sit there until I could calm down or until Mike got home.

Then, I deal with the next issue. Shaylee was supposed to go to a friend's house today to finish up science fair stuff, but when I get home from work, there is Shaylee sitting. Nope, she never went. She said she has to go tomorrow or Sunday. I told her we are working on their room Saturday and Sunday and that won't work. Well her friend decided to send her a text stating she would do all the work if she couldn't come, but she would tell the teacher and her science grade wouldn't look to pretty. That infuriated me! I sent the friend a few texts and finally decided we were going out to her house.

Shaylee and I get to the house and the garage door opens. The dad is standing there. We get out to go get things straightened out, so that neither girl loses points. The dad was smug and cocky. The best part of this, is the older sister came out to fight the battle with the dad, but the actual friend who is involved in this project never came out. Had to have daddy fight her battle I guess.

To have a 13 year old threaten my daughter's grade because she has a project and is threatening to do all the work without Shaylee and then not come out in the garage to figure out a time to work on it was so irritating and immature! If Shaylee had to stand there and work through it, then why didn't the friend. At one point I snapped at the dad, "don't you tell me how to communicate with my family". I was pissed.

Things settled and we had to change our plans to convenience them. Shaylee will be working on it on Sunday at their house. Even typing this I am so upset at how this all went down.

So while we're on our way home, I get a text from the friend who took our cats last night. They found a couple of fleas on them and just wanted us to know. Are you serious!!?? So ya, now we get to treat for fleas on top of everything else.

And now I have kids asking what's for supper, and if they are going to their mom's house, and a husband who is working late, and dogs that are growling, a house that is messy, and a shit ton of work to get done over the next couple of days.