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flutterbee
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easy child is normally home from school around 2:55. At 3:10 he wasn't home and I needed him home because he had the car and I needed to get Abbey to the vet at 4...and he doesn't have a cell phone so if I was going to have to start tracking him down..... This has been an issue (taking off and going somewhere and me not knowing where he is) and he's been better but he, ummmm, forgets, yeah that's it, occasionally.
I call one of his friend's cell and easy child answers. Ask him where he is...he's at another friends. I need you home. Why? (Don't you just *hate* that question? I mean, come on, are you 3? But, I told him why.)
So, he comes home and tells me that he needs to talk to me. Then he tells me that he doesn't want me to yell at him. That it's ok if I get mad (cause I need his permission?), but please not to yell at him. You know, that's just never a good sign.
I looked at him and asked, did you wreck my car? Yep.
He rear ended a friend's truck leaving school (no damage to the truck). Damage isn't bad...headlight assembly was pushed in a bit and wedged and he assured me that his friend and his dad could fix it. I didn't get mad. But, I am frustrated as all get out. He didn't seem to learn a d@mn thing from that accident he was in. He's still been on that over-confident, "I'm the best driver in the world" kick. Tried to tell me that the brakes on my car svck. Told him I've been driving that car for 6 1/2 years and have never been in an accident...that he needs to leave assured clear distance. Yeah, he knows he said. Guess he realized THAT argument wasn't going to fly. There's nothing wrong with the brakes on my car.
Oh, but it gets better.
He takes us (difficult child, Abbey and me) to the vet. He didn't want to go in and just waited in the car. We were in the office for over an hour. I was worried sick about Abbey. difficult child was worried. There was a tomcat in the office that sprayed and with my super smeller nose I smelled it as soon as I opened the clinic door and it was making me sick (the office staff and vet didn't even notice it, neither did difficult child....omg! my eyes were burning!).
We leave and get back in the car and easy child is IRATE. I was shocked. He doesn't feel good, he said, and he didn't want to be there. I reminded him that if he wasn't there he would have been at his girlfriend's....yeah, but he can leave there whenever he wants. Maybe. But you wouldn't. He backs out of the parking space fast and hard and I normally would have lost it, but I just didn't have the energy and told him to calm down (be he LOVES having his phrase thrown back at him). Told him I wanted to stop and pick up some food on the way home because I wasn't cooking. Still being incredibly irate, he wants to go home and then have me go back out and get it. Ummmm, we have to drive right past it. So we stopped. He finally asked about Abbey and then I didn't talk to him the rest of the way home.
We get home and I have my hands full with Abbey's medicine, my purse, my glasses, and my drink. Hand difficult child the bag of food and ask easy child to get the carrier with Abbey. He gets out of the car and goes right into the house. Ok. We'll get Abbey.
He went pee and all of a sudden everything is right with the world again.
He apologized for his behavior...said he was hot and had to pee and he had fallen asleep in the car. I just looked at him and said, fine and went back to what I was doing.
Can I run away?
And how do my posts always end up so long? They never start out that way.....
I call one of his friend's cell and easy child answers. Ask him where he is...he's at another friends. I need you home. Why? (Don't you just *hate* that question? I mean, come on, are you 3? But, I told him why.)
So, he comes home and tells me that he needs to talk to me. Then he tells me that he doesn't want me to yell at him. That it's ok if I get mad (cause I need his permission?), but please not to yell at him. You know, that's just never a good sign.
I looked at him and asked, did you wreck my car? Yep.
He rear ended a friend's truck leaving school (no damage to the truck). Damage isn't bad...headlight assembly was pushed in a bit and wedged and he assured me that his friend and his dad could fix it. I didn't get mad. But, I am frustrated as all get out. He didn't seem to learn a d@mn thing from that accident he was in. He's still been on that over-confident, "I'm the best driver in the world" kick. Tried to tell me that the brakes on my car svck. Told him I've been driving that car for 6 1/2 years and have never been in an accident...that he needs to leave assured clear distance. Yeah, he knows he said. Guess he realized THAT argument wasn't going to fly. There's nothing wrong with the brakes on my car.
Oh, but it gets better.
He takes us (difficult child, Abbey and me) to the vet. He didn't want to go in and just waited in the car. We were in the office for over an hour. I was worried sick about Abbey. difficult child was worried. There was a tomcat in the office that sprayed and with my super smeller nose I smelled it as soon as I opened the clinic door and it was making me sick (the office staff and vet didn't even notice it, neither did difficult child....omg! my eyes were burning!).
We leave and get back in the car and easy child is IRATE. I was shocked. He doesn't feel good, he said, and he didn't want to be there. I reminded him that if he wasn't there he would have been at his girlfriend's....yeah, but he can leave there whenever he wants. Maybe. But you wouldn't. He backs out of the parking space fast and hard and I normally would have lost it, but I just didn't have the energy and told him to calm down (be he LOVES having his phrase thrown back at him). Told him I wanted to stop and pick up some food on the way home because I wasn't cooking. Still being incredibly irate, he wants to go home and then have me go back out and get it. Ummmm, we have to drive right past it. So we stopped. He finally asked about Abbey and then I didn't talk to him the rest of the way home.
We get home and I have my hands full with Abbey's medicine, my purse, my glasses, and my drink. Hand difficult child the bag of food and ask easy child to get the carrier with Abbey. He gets out of the car and goes right into the house. Ok. We'll get Abbey.
He went pee and all of a sudden everything is right with the world again.
He apologized for his behavior...said he was hot and had to pee and he had fallen asleep in the car. I just looked at him and said, fine and went back to what I was doing.Can I run away?
And how do my posts always end up so long? They never start out that way.....
Not to mention that I *hate* driving my mom's car. It's a Chrysler Crossfire and it's just one big blind spot. And with all of my health issues, a lot of days I'm not comfortable driving at all, let alone a car I'm unfamiliar with.
