Do something normal. Well, while I won’t go into any details to protect the innocent and not so innocent, this weekend was all kinds of crazy. The past two days have found Jami and myself just trying to return to normal. Yesterday I don’t think either of us left the house. The kids were good and it was just a nice quiet, much needed, mental health day.
I can honestly say that after a really bad start this morning on my part, we both seem to be in a much better state of mind. At least for this very second. It could change, so don’t push your luck.
I did email Vons about the ridiculous new manager. She does absolutely nothing and today, seriously, I almost cursed her out. Lack of bail money is what got me out the door.
I also heard from the grandmother of the kid that tossed Caleb’s scooter in the pool last week. She was a bit ticked off that I notified the sponsor and not her. After reading her ridiculous email, there is no doubt I did the right thing. I can now say it really isn’t the kids fault he is so rude. It is apparently how he has been raised. I wrote her back one of my infamous “I’m in a mood so I’m going to speak so far above your level of comprehension that it will take you a week to figure out exactly what I said.” Hey, what can I say, I’m a writer. I did request that she never contact me again and blocked her email. As far as I was concerned, this incident was over a week ago. Bringing it up again is not going to make me see your point of view. Your kid was wrong. Caleb was wrong. It would have ended that day had he shown me one inch of respect. Can’t fix stupid, so we are done.
Tomorrow is full of paperwork. I figure I can do paperwork in my jammies. If I’m lucky, Jami will have discovered a new series on Netflix and we can chill in between papers. Oh, and at some point we are going to the gym. We might have to drag ourselves down the stairs, but we are going to the gym.
So yes, things got a little crazy, but we made it through and we have some pretty funny stories that we can never tell anyone. Unless we get drunk and mention it, but we never do that. Well, hardly ever.