Being over-sensitive is an affliction. Being open and therefore vulnerable can be too. But that isn't about to change any time soon. So I suppose I'll have to take the flack for it and be poked at whether it's an ok day or not *shrug* what can you do?
Yesterday was a bit shit, as I said. The lad was delivered to me at 8.30ish with a supposed stomach ache and bad headache. This happened a fortnight ago too and I'm surprised it was forgotten so quickly. I informed the ex that Mini doesn't want to do PE cos he's agreed to do the Cross Country exercise he's been skipping out on for weeks and weeks, complaining of - a forgotten PE kit, a sore foot, anything. Got a call back 5 mins later to be handed to the boy to speak to me - there are a crowd of girls playing football on a Monday that he doesn't want to run past. I doubt if this is areal reason. He appears, I tell him to go to bed with achey stomach. He's given Calpol etc. He feels better within an hour.
I thought - fuckit, I'm not fighting this again. Last Friday he was grounded for 3 weeks. He'd been caught stealing from the Pound Shop. No-one actually caught him but his cousin's mum sussed it out. His cousin had loads of pound-type-things. Where did he get them, you may ask. He told his mum that Mini gave him money. Mini has no money (try saying that after a few) Several of them have been pilfering. The mum said her pal worked in the shop and told her (clever mum) she doesn't know anyone, she's just got here from Brum. Big shouts from ex and me, both feeling very let-down by son.
Yesterday he quibbled about not being allowed to invite S round. S goes to a school that gives him half-days. He eventually agreed that I was being fair. Continuous phonecalls between him and S, turns out Mini's cousin is with him, skipping school again. *deep sigh*
Both boys appear at the back gate. Cousin hides when I appear. "Can he go to the Co-op with him?" ... be back in half hour and get me milk.
He drops two pints of milk and buggers off, but I'm on the phone to the lawyer when he knocks the door. As I close it he says "be back in 2 hours"
After phonecall I sit down and weep. Phone S's mobile and request that he comes back. He argues loudly that he TOLD me and I'd agreed about the 2 hours! Does that sound like summat I'd do? I say.
He eventually shows up, meanwhile I'd phoned his dad, exasperated. Dad phones and shouts, really shouts. I think some swearing was involved.
Standing back from it ... it doesn't sound like much. It's daftness. A 13 yr old pushing heavily on boundaries. It did me in yesterday. I look around and everything seems to be failing in my life. Sorry, not everything. That's too absolute. There's one thing in my life that is going well, everything else is a big fuck-off struggle.
I know I'm doing it wrong - I know a lot of people reckon they could 'do' my life a damn sight better.
Go on then ... 
I'd quite gladly resign, y'know.
It's been tiring, ignore that. I re-wrote it three times. That's the kindest version.
In other news .... I'm happy because I got the bluetooth mouse working on my PC. No more batteries. It didn't cost $79.
I miss him on blog. It's lonely here without him but at least he's on IM.
although in my heid I still had red roses all round me
) cos on Fridays I can't be arsed doing anything. Pilates is fixed to a Wednesday and it's better to have a day in between so ... Monday or Friday.
I remember the guy walkie-talkie-ing for the disc to be brought over, remember paying and getting change. Then ... ?
Woke with lots of pain and lost the whole day, pretty much.
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