ughhhhh
Guys, you've been letting me down. I require something to divert my attention from the neverending screaming in my brain and we started off great, but just when I needed distraction most, we hit a wall. I hope this just means you're all busy in one way or another, whether it's working from home, or having to go in to work anyway (I feel your pain, possibly literally) or maybe you fell into a binge watching/reading pit and haven't crawled out yet.
So while I wish I had something other than the virus in the room to discuss, I am left with that. Widget had been doing okay with the social distancing after my run in with "oh crap, is she sick?" ...but Saturday night, he decided he was going out. Again. He'd gone to Will's the day before (wtf) and at first I thought he'd just repeated that stupid mistake. NOPE. Turns out he was at a party at his "friend" Michael's. Are. You. Shitting. Me. For whatever reason I wound up contacting my brother and this was his brilliant solution, and yes, by the sarcasm dripping from every word you know it's neither brilliant nor was it a solution. Still!
My brother went over there and got the keys. The fact that he reacted so quickly meant his dumbass was also out and about because he fucking lives about half an hour away from us (he lives much closer to my job than I do). The keys were so Widget couldn't come back in without us knowing. Nope, the brilliant plan was for Widget to spend the next week (week!) at Will's.
I had so many problems with this, but mostly at the time it was because none of it was all strung together like that. I got it in bits and pieces and it never made sense at any point. It also didn't fucking matter because Sunday night, around 9pm, Widget shows up at the door and wants in to "get some stuff." Which is code for he wanted to get his Xbox.
My dude, we have gone over this NUMEROUS times, but no. You can't come in. Go back to Will's. He refuses. To spare you the agony of me having to re-enact the next three hours of wtf-ery, I will cut this down as well. Turns out he and Will got into a fight. You two can spend weeks at a time hanging out daily but as soon as you make it so you have to, you fight. Wtf. He couldn't contact Michael (shocker) and so he thought he could just come back home. Honestly, I'm still not convinced he wasn't just trying to get his Xbox and figured that by the time he made it back to Will's or wherever, they'd have cooled off. But it's also possible he really just...doesn't have the ability to figure out that he fucked up massively.
And this is where Mom and I start mentally screaming. Because Widget's parents won't step up. His mom? Did not answer his calls/texts. His dad? Did not offer to have him stay with him. I have no idea how small his room is. I have no idea whether his landlord would notice or care. I do know they can't evict his ass for it, though, and the boy's unemployed at this point and they both were at the same goddamn party so really, WHY DID HE NOT OFFER THIS UP. Oh, yeah. Because no one is taking this shit seriously.
Yes. I get that it's entirely possible that we'll all be fine. It's also entirely possible that I could get Mom sick, or she could pick something up from the store, or any number of ways. I mean, not really because we're trying to keep a low profile but still. I don't need the added stress, okay? It's fucking allergy season, so I spend pretty much every hour or so after I get up wondering, "fuck, allergies or what?" I'm tired of people who can stay home bitching about how bored they are. They're so bored that these assholes flooded the beaches this weekend after they decided that Charleston's mayor couldn't declare they had to stay the fuck at home because SC's governor hasn't declared stay-your-ass-at-home. I'm tired of the neighbors showing their asses by bitching about how this is infringing on their freedom. Bitch, your right to freedom stops at the point where it might kill someone else so fuck off.
And to wind things down before I go find myself something to eat because it's breakfast time, I've done "contactless delivery" from two different places and they've both fucking failed at it. The first was pizza and because we have a storm door that opens out, I guess he didn't know where to put the food. Oh, if only there was a fucking wall that was hip height that ran the entirety of the walkway. Oh wait. The second was a grubhub order and he got lost and couldn't find our place and because I'd left the storm door open, he couldn't see our house number. SIGH.
So while I wish I had something other than the virus in the room to discuss, I am left with that. Widget had been doing okay with the social distancing after my run in with "oh crap, is she sick?" ...but Saturday night, he decided he was going out. Again. He'd gone to Will's the day before (wtf) and at first I thought he'd just repeated that stupid mistake. NOPE. Turns out he was at a party at his "friend" Michael's. Are. You. Shitting. Me. For whatever reason I wound up contacting my brother and this was his brilliant solution, and yes, by the sarcasm dripping from every word you know it's neither brilliant nor was it a solution. Still!
My brother went over there and got the keys. The fact that he reacted so quickly meant his dumbass was also out and about because he fucking lives about half an hour away from us (he lives much closer to my job than I do). The keys were so Widget couldn't come back in without us knowing. Nope, the brilliant plan was for Widget to spend the next week (week!) at Will's.
I had so many problems with this, but mostly at the time it was because none of it was all strung together like that. I got it in bits and pieces and it never made sense at any point. It also didn't fucking matter because Sunday night, around 9pm, Widget shows up at the door and wants in to "get some stuff." Which is code for he wanted to get his Xbox.
My dude, we have gone over this NUMEROUS times, but no. You can't come in. Go back to Will's. He refuses. To spare you the agony of me having to re-enact the next three hours of wtf-ery, I will cut this down as well. Turns out he and Will got into a fight. You two can spend weeks at a time hanging out daily but as soon as you make it so you have to, you fight. Wtf. He couldn't contact Michael (shocker) and so he thought he could just come back home. Honestly, I'm still not convinced he wasn't just trying to get his Xbox and figured that by the time he made it back to Will's or wherever, they'd have cooled off. But it's also possible he really just...doesn't have the ability to figure out that he fucked up massively.
And this is where Mom and I start mentally screaming. Because Widget's parents won't step up. His mom? Did not answer his calls/texts. His dad? Did not offer to have him stay with him. I have no idea how small his room is. I have no idea whether his landlord would notice or care. I do know they can't evict his ass for it, though, and the boy's unemployed at this point and they both were at the same goddamn party so really, WHY DID HE NOT OFFER THIS UP. Oh, yeah. Because no one is taking this shit seriously.
Yes. I get that it's entirely possible that we'll all be fine. It's also entirely possible that I could get Mom sick, or she could pick something up from the store, or any number of ways. I mean, not really because we're trying to keep a low profile but still. I don't need the added stress, okay? It's fucking allergy season, so I spend pretty much every hour or so after I get up wondering, "fuck, allergies or what?" I'm tired of people who can stay home bitching about how bored they are. They're so bored that these assholes flooded the beaches this weekend after they decided that Charleston's mayor couldn't declare they had to stay the fuck at home because SC's governor hasn't declared stay-your-ass-at-home. I'm tired of the neighbors showing their asses by bitching about how this is infringing on their freedom. Bitch, your right to freedom stops at the point where it might kill someone else so fuck off.
And to wind things down before I go find myself something to eat because it's breakfast time, I've done "contactless delivery" from two different places and they've both fucking failed at it. The first was pizza and because we have a storm door that opens out, I guess he didn't know where to put the food. Oh, if only there was a fucking wall that was hip height that ran the entirety of the walkway. Oh wait. The second was a grubhub order and he got lost and couldn't find our place and because I'd left the storm door open, he couldn't see our house number. SIGH.