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call 911........call 911
The morning started off very rough.
BECAUSE you can not tell a child who hasn't worked since August, stayed up all night and slept all day that in a week he'll have a job and should get back in the habit of sleeping at night and being awake in the day. hmmm.
So.....needless to say Captain Crab got his one wakeup call, and missed getting dressed, missed dressing warmly for working outdoors, missed packing a lunch, missed taking his puppy out (Thanks Grandma), missed breakfast, and nearly missed a car ride....then tried to put it all together in a blaze of angry, yelling, fury which was directed at the only person awake and in the path of hurricane Dude.....me. Tried is the key word here.
However I countered with a NorEaster, unlike that which none has seen in this century and unleashed the mighty fury of pent up frustration and calm demeanor, of a non-therapeutically enhanced Warrior Mom and I let er BLOW......and when I say BLOW.......MAN by the time I was done blowing? The leaves in the front yard were up against the fence and the grass was barely holding on to the dirt by it's roots. We're lucky we still have shingles. I let Little Lord FontLeroy know just exactly how the "entitlement" benefits of which he was so grandly reaping would end if his mouth didn't snap shut. I'm also fairly certain that somewhere in there - were the words ungrateful, lazy, homeless and absolutely certain I uttered Frogs Uncle as my opening line. Not proud of it, but it's what came out - you can only take so much when you are stupid enough to continue to help someone that treats you like toe jam. I'm not sure which look was more priceless the look on his face or DF's. It just came out in anger. Obviously not in control I just ran with the rest of whatever came to my mind and mouth.
Then just as quickly as it came over me, it went away, I put the lid on my coffee, left an open mouthed Dude to shove some oatmeal in that hole....and said "I'm leaving here in five minutes...if you want a ride your ***** should be in the car, because I"m not waiting on you any longer and if you say one word to me on the way to work, one sneer, one hoovering of your teeth, one rolling of the eyes, or exhale, I swear to the Almighty I'll pull over on the freeway and put you out on the side of the road, and you can get wherever you're going the best way you know how because I.HAVE.HAD.IT.WITH.YOU."
And I got my coffee and left. DF was still standing there looking at me like - WOW - are you okay? (Probably checked the car for weapons)
There was utter silence in the car......all the way to work.
Got there, he waited outside for his boss whom he had not met. They finally met and in walks a totally different lighthearted, happy go lucky Dude who comes into my office smiling and says as if nothing happened "Hey Momma, he's a cool Dude, I'm going to like working with him - this is great. Cool, thanks for the job."
(SOMEONE JUST SLAP ME) ----Up until this point - there has been NO thanks whatsoever....just complaining that he would NOT be able to go to FL for Christmas. So all this has been anxiety masked as ungrateful manchild syndrome? BULL-ONEY.
DF said he's counting on this job to keep Dude out of the house during the day, and in bed and not roaming the house at night. Then in a few weeks they are working out of town for three months. YIPPEE. I hope he makes so much money he pays off his fines, and moves out.
OH PLEASE LET THIS BE THE THING FOR HIM.....
(how many of these can you put here?)
And send me case of Orbit for my filthy mouth.
Thanks.
BECAUSE you can not tell a child who hasn't worked since August, stayed up all night and slept all day that in a week he'll have a job and should get back in the habit of sleeping at night and being awake in the day. hmmm.
So.....needless to say Captain Crab got his one wakeup call, and missed getting dressed, missed dressing warmly for working outdoors, missed packing a lunch, missed taking his puppy out (Thanks Grandma), missed breakfast, and nearly missed a car ride....then tried to put it all together in a blaze of angry, yelling, fury which was directed at the only person awake and in the path of hurricane Dude.....me. Tried is the key word here.
However I countered with a NorEaster, unlike that which none has seen in this century and unleashed the mighty fury of pent up frustration and calm demeanor, of a non-therapeutically enhanced Warrior Mom and I let er BLOW......and when I say BLOW.......MAN by the time I was done blowing? The leaves in the front yard were up against the fence and the grass was barely holding on to the dirt by it's roots. We're lucky we still have shingles. I let Little Lord FontLeroy know just exactly how the "entitlement" benefits of which he was so grandly reaping would end if his mouth didn't snap shut. I'm also fairly certain that somewhere in there - were the words ungrateful, lazy, homeless and absolutely certain I uttered Frogs Uncle as my opening line. Not proud of it, but it's what came out - you can only take so much when you are stupid enough to continue to help someone that treats you like toe jam. I'm not sure which look was more priceless the look on his face or DF's. It just came out in anger. Obviously not in control I just ran with the rest of whatever came to my mind and mouth.
Then just as quickly as it came over me, it went away, I put the lid on my coffee, left an open mouthed Dude to shove some oatmeal in that hole....and said "I'm leaving here in five minutes...if you want a ride your ***** should be in the car, because I"m not waiting on you any longer and if you say one word to me on the way to work, one sneer, one hoovering of your teeth, one rolling of the eyes, or exhale, I swear to the Almighty I'll pull over on the freeway and put you out on the side of the road, and you can get wherever you're going the best way you know how because I.HAVE.HAD.IT.WITH.YOU."
And I got my coffee and left. DF was still standing there looking at me like - WOW - are you okay? (Probably checked the car for weapons)
There was utter silence in the car......all the way to work.
Got there, he waited outside for his boss whom he had not met. They finally met and in walks a totally different lighthearted, happy go lucky Dude who comes into my office smiling and says as if nothing happened "Hey Momma, he's a cool Dude, I'm going to like working with him - this is great. Cool, thanks for the job."
(SOMEONE JUST SLAP ME) ----Up until this point - there has been NO thanks whatsoever....just complaining that he would NOT be able to go to FL for Christmas. So all this has been anxiety masked as ungrateful manchild syndrome? BULL-ONEY.
DF said he's counting on this job to keep Dude out of the house during the day, and in bed and not roaming the house at night. Then in a few weeks they are working out of town for three months. YIPPEE. I hope he makes so much money he pays off his fines, and moves out.
OH PLEASE LET THIS BE THE THING FOR HIM.....
(how many of these can you put here?) And send me case of Orbit for my filthy mouth.
Thanks.
So sorry. 
