Soooo.
Was it last week? Hubby's grandmother went gaga, almost over night. I mean, she always hd a hangup about people taking her stuff and replacing it, or returning it after they wore it out rolleyes
But this time she went clearly off the deep end, imagining people on motorcycles like panthers circling her house, spraying chemicals and blowing pot smoke into her house...Eventually her daughter who is living with her called the ambulance: bleeding on the brain...Grandma won't be going back to her own house.
(all the other fun stuff associated with that, I am sure there is some turd yet to meet the fan...) But that's easy stuff.
On the other hand a week long ordeal with 'the kid' hit another low note this morning.
After the report card incident (not bringing it home, not telling the 3 Ds on there etc) and the continued homework trouble, the not practicing the instrument problem....I find the fundraiser in the folder this morning. The one that was to be turned in last week, for which I ran to the bank to get the cash, carried it to the school office, so he would have it, since it was the due date....
Now, consider the back history with the head honcho from the club the fundraiser was for, that was one thing I tried to avoid at all cost.
Tough luck though that they were handed another fund raiser, this time for prom. Through 8th graders can't go, I think the little stinker will need to pony up and sell some candles....
Pour me a Hurricane before I go insane.
At least it's Nano time....
Was it last week? Hubby's grandmother went gaga, almost over night. I mean, she always hd a hangup about people taking her stuff and replacing it, or returning it after they wore it out rolleyes
But this time she went clearly off the deep end, imagining people on motorcycles like panthers circling her house, spraying chemicals and blowing pot smoke into her house...Eventually her daughter who is living with her called the ambulance: bleeding on the brain...Grandma won't be going back to her own house.
(all the other fun stuff associated with that, I am sure there is some turd yet to meet the fan...) But that's easy stuff.
On the other hand a week long ordeal with 'the kid' hit another low note this morning.
After the report card incident (not bringing it home, not telling the 3 Ds on there etc) and the continued homework trouble, the not practicing the instrument problem....I find the fundraiser in the folder this morning. The one that was to be turned in last week, for which I ran to the bank to get the cash, carried it to the school office, so he would have it, since it was the due date....
Now, consider the back history with the head honcho from the club the fundraiser was for, that was one thing I tried to avoid at all cost.
Tough luck though that they were handed another fund raiser, this time for prom. Through 8th graders can't go, I think the little stinker will need to pony up and sell some candles....
Pour me a Hurricane before I go insane.
At least it's Nano time....