Hell Week Revisited.

This past week I've been running around like the proverbial "chicken with it's head cut off." The week has been one very long day after another and they pretty much have been running into one another. Sleep is not happening as much as I would like. The good news is Mr D was quite frisky this morning so I got some much needed stress relief!! Hallelujah!

I've been working a lot. More than I want to. The problem is that school starts next Thursday and I've had no time to register my son for school. So, I took half a day vacation this morning to try to get it done. It's a long story, but I had to withdraw him from school at the end of last semester because he was failing everything and had missed so many days of school that his driver's permit had been suspended. I knew we were moving at that point as well so I need all of his information, all his records and his withdrawal paperwork. I went to the school twice to get this paperwork, but the registrar never had it ready for me and kept asking me to come back. Since May I've called the registrar several times only to be forced to leave a message. Guess what? Never a return call.

So, I took the morning off and headed toward his old school 40 miles away. About halfway there I get through to someone at the school.

Me: May I please speak with the Registrar?

Lady: They won't be back in the office until Monday.

Me: **blink**

Me: I'm sorry, did you say Monday?

Lady: Yes, they're out today.

Me: But school starts in a week, why wouldn't they be available for registering students a week before school starts? I am already on my way to the school, I live 40 miles away, I took the morning off to do this. Can't someone help me at that school? I need to register my son at his new school, I need his records and withdrawal paperwork!

Lady: I'm sorry, but you'll need to speak to the Registrar for that.

Me: Can't you just have them fedexed to me or mailed??

Lady: You'll have to call her on Monday, I can't help you.

Thanks for nuthin byotch.

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Oh, yah. My dog puked CHUNKS on my $300 comforter last night. Oh the joy of pet ownership.

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Did anyone else have a week like this???

Mundane bullsh*t

I got nuthin' today.

I'm working my fat ass off at work. Yesterday sucked, but what do you do? I left the house at 7am and got home at 8:30pm. Isn't life fun? Big project at work that I had to work on. I saved the day a couple of different times because the order we had delivered that we have to provision for another company with specific applications was fubar. I got it straightened out after several phone calls and internal moaning and bitching. Yeah me.

When I got home last night I was so frickin' tired, but I couldn't just go to sleep. I lay in bed, watching tivo'd Lucky Louie, among other things and was struck by one thought; if we could discipline kids the way our parents disciplined us there would be a lot less heartache among parents in the world and a lot less out of control, mouthy as fuck teenagers who think they can do whatever they want.

On Lucky Louie, Louie & Kim's best friend's 16 year old daughter is moving in with her 40-something boyfriend. She constantly tells her mother in a very loud voice to "Fuck Off!!" In fact, "fuck" is used in practically every sentence this girl utters.

The day my son says "fuck off" to me is the day he gets my five fingers across his mug in a loud, resounding slap.

My son is not even close to how that character behaves but I sure as hell am not going to let him talk to me in such a disrespectful manner or treat me like shit. What parent wants to be treated shitty by their own offspring that they suffered and sacrificed for? It's a huge "slap in the face" to our dedication.

I, for one, will never allow it.