can i have a do over?
so, apparently, no one is immune to the joys that are Friday the 13TH. not even me, the person who lives and loves all the weird shit that there is.
oh, it started out innocuous enough. woke up, took spawn to school, came home and caught Super Hero Squad on Cartoon Network. that's always good for a laugh. after it was done, i tried laying down for a nap, as i'd been super sleepy last week. couldn't sleep, which is unlike me. because i can sleep anywhere, anytime. seriously. i've slept sitting on the floorboard of a car with my head in the seat. i've slept in the backseat of a Ford Thunderbird with that middle hump. you know what i mean. yeah. i can sleep anywhere. i couldn't sleep Friday.
i should have taken this for the sign that it was.
the reason for the sleepies arrived only an hour or two later. there are days when i really just looooooove being a woman. okay. a little moodiness, cramps and all that shit... i can deal with. if only that had been the least of my worries.
*sighs*
2:30 rolls around and i'm off to fetch spawn. i thought i'd take the Fred dog with and let her go for a ride. i loaded her up into the vehicle and we were off. we drove up the road and parked in the usual place to sit and wait for the boy. and wait. and wait. and wait some more. after more than half an hour, i wondered if i'd missed him. so i drove home, eyes peeled for a schlumping spawn all the way there. no spawn on the side of the road. no spawn at the house, either. no calls to the cell phone other than a number that i don't know. i shrugged it off and headed back out to search for my wayward spawn.
we met up when he was about a third of the way home. there was such a look on his face that i knew something was wrong. after letting him get in, we pulled off and i asked him what was the matter.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Come on, honey, I can see something's bothering you. What's wrong?"
"I said I don't want to talk about it."
"Why were you late? Did you have to do something after school?"
that was apparently the code phrase for "spill it." he spilled it.
every since almost day one, the popular, jock type asshole motherfucker kids have picked on spawn. he's always been a little on the weird side. autism does that to a kid. there's always been someone trying to make him feel stupid or bad or whatever. he isn't stupid. he's a good kid. doesn't drink, smoke, do drugs, tease other kids, act out... seriously. he's a good kid. and he's struggled to deal with the idiocy/stupidity/jealousy of others.
one of these popular, jock type asshole motherfucker kids decided to pick a fight with spawn on Friday. right after school. on school grounds. this fuckwad said that spawn spit on him. i'm not going to say that he didn't, but i've never known spawn to spit. i've never even seen him spit. but this kid says spawn spit on him. and he started beating on my kid. granted, i don't know all the facts, but regardless of what happened, this shit for brains dumbfuck had no right... NO RIGHT... to hit my son in the face twice and then a third time in the ear. for allegedly spitting on him? what the everloving mother fuck is that shit?
can you tell i'm still a little pissed about this?
and now i have even more reason to be pissed about this. as an edit to the original post, i'm adding this in now because i didn't notice it until after i'd written and posted this little rant. we were at Evil Retail EmpireTM earlier, doing a little shopping, when i chanced to glance up at spawn. sadly, he's at least a head foot taller. and i saw this!
it turns out that the call on my phone was spawn's administrator from school. so i called him back when we got home. i was told that spawn was kicking, which i would be more than willing to believe. i told the boy once that he wasn't to start fights with anyone, but if they started one with him, he was perfectly within his rights to end the fucking thing. so the school is going to be doing its own investigation. he got three days suspension for this mess.they're talking about an alternative school. which, trust me, won't happen if i have anything to say about it. not unless they can prove to me that there's no other choice. and that's going to be damned hard to do.
the worst part about all of this was seeing my son nearly in tears. the overprotective mama bear bitch mother goddess came out in a big way. i'd love nothing more than to slap this shit around. and if spawn's face had bruised up, i would seriously have been pressing charges. i was so maddened by this, i was in tears. and it totally killed my writing mojo for a couple of days.
then, Sunday morning, i fired up the laptop and loaded up my usual pages. got to LiveJournal and checked out my friend's page. i nearly fell out of my chair, which is an accomplishment, considering it has arms. because i found this: Contest Round 18 Winner
OH. MY. GODS!!!!! i had a spaz for a minute or two, then had to check and make sure that i was reading things correctly. when i'd confirmed that that was me... yeah, how many people have you come across with my nom de plume? ... i sent in my information right damn quick. new books! free new books! i'm so excited. its been six months since i've been to the book store. so, yeah. excited is a good word for it.
now i just need to wait for them to get here.
...
*drums fingers*
...
are they here yet?
oh, it started out innocuous enough. woke up, took spawn to school, came home and caught Super Hero Squad on Cartoon Network. that's always good for a laugh. after it was done, i tried laying down for a nap, as i'd been super sleepy last week. couldn't sleep, which is unlike me. because i can sleep anywhere, anytime. seriously. i've slept sitting on the floorboard of a car with my head in the seat. i've slept in the backseat of a Ford Thunderbird with that middle hump. you know what i mean. yeah. i can sleep anywhere. i couldn't sleep Friday.
i should have taken this for the sign that it was.
the reason for the sleepies arrived only an hour or two later. there are days when i really just looooooove being a woman. okay. a little moodiness, cramps and all that shit... i can deal with. if only that had been the least of my worries.
*sighs*
2:30 rolls around and i'm off to fetch spawn. i thought i'd take the Fred dog with and let her go for a ride. i loaded her up into the vehicle and we were off. we drove up the road and parked in the usual place to sit and wait for the boy. and wait. and wait. and wait some more. after more than half an hour, i wondered if i'd missed him. so i drove home, eyes peeled for a schlumping spawn all the way there. no spawn on the side of the road. no spawn at the house, either. no calls to the cell phone other than a number that i don't know. i shrugged it off and headed back out to search for my wayward spawn.
we met up when he was about a third of the way home. there was such a look on his face that i knew something was wrong. after letting him get in, we pulled off and i asked him what was the matter.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Come on, honey, I can see something's bothering you. What's wrong?"
"I said I don't want to talk about it."
"Why were you late? Did you have to do something after school?"
that was apparently the code phrase for "spill it." he spilled it.
every since almost day one, the popular, jock type asshole motherfucker kids have picked on spawn. he's always been a little on the weird side. autism does that to a kid. there's always been someone trying to make him feel stupid or bad or whatever. he isn't stupid. he's a good kid. doesn't drink, smoke, do drugs, tease other kids, act out... seriously. he's a good kid. and he's struggled to deal with the idiocy/stupidity/jealousy of others.
one of these popular, jock type asshole motherfucker kids decided to pick a fight with spawn on Friday. right after school. on school grounds. this fuckwad said that spawn spit on him. i'm not going to say that he didn't, but i've never known spawn to spit. i've never even seen him spit. but this kid says spawn spit on him. and he started beating on my kid. granted, i don't know all the facts, but regardless of what happened, this shit for brains dumbfuck had no right... NO RIGHT... to hit my son in the face twice and then a third time in the ear. for allegedly spitting on him? what the everloving mother fuck is that shit?
can you tell i'm still a little pissed about this?
and now i have even more reason to be pissed about this. as an edit to the original post, i'm adding this in now because i didn't notice it until after i'd written and posted this little rant. we were at Evil Retail EmpireTM earlier, doing a little shopping, when i chanced to glance up at spawn. sadly, he's at least a head foot taller. and i saw this!
it turns out that the call on my phone was spawn's administrator from school. so i called him back when we got home. i was told that spawn was kicking, which i would be more than willing to believe. i told the boy once that he wasn't to start fights with anyone, but if they started one with him, he was perfectly within his rights to end the fucking thing. so the school is going to be doing its own investigation. he got three days suspension for this mess.they're talking about an alternative school. which, trust me, won't happen if i have anything to say about it. not unless they can prove to me that there's no other choice. and that's going to be damned hard to do.
the worst part about all of this was seeing my son nearly in tears. the overprotective mama bear bitch mother goddess came out in a big way. i'd love nothing more than to slap this shit around. and if spawn's face had bruised up, i would seriously have been pressing charges. i was so maddened by this, i was in tears. and it totally killed my writing mojo for a couple of days.
then, Sunday morning, i fired up the laptop and loaded up my usual pages. got to LiveJournal and checked out my friend's page. i nearly fell out of my chair, which is an accomplishment, considering it has arms. because i found this: Contest Round 18 Winner
OH. MY. GODS!!!!! i had a spaz for a minute or two, then had to check and make sure that i was reading things correctly. when i'd confirmed that that was me... yeah, how many people have you come across with my nom de plume? ... i sent in my information right damn quick. new books! free new books! i'm so excited. its been six months since i've been to the book store. so, yeah. excited is a good word for it.
now i just need to wait for them to get here.
...
*drums fingers*
...
are they here yet?