SUCK THIIIIIIIIS

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 even when you’re not at work, monday STILL SUCKS.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ugh.

I could write about hte weekend, but I’m not in the mood.

Last friday, after JOnathon got kicked out of the before school program, we had our therapy session. Baboo came.

Cementing his role as male "father" figure to my boys.

The therapy was pointless, as usual. It was mainly a match of wits between baboo and the therapist.

bah.

i dont’ even want to talk about it. I’m glad Baboo was there. *sigh*

I’m gonna get jonathon into some "problem buster" sessions to deal with his anger management.

I don’t think I"ll waste any more time with the dumb therapist.

He basically told us to allow jonathon to act crazy and ignore it and only pay attention to him when he does well.

right.

so if he flings couches upside down, throws things around, screams and yells… we just walk away.

i don’t know if i can do that.

bah!

so…

anyway, jacob came home and told me that he had been taken into the office at the end of the day and basically interrogated by people he thought were "principals"… they had the nerve to ask my son "how many times has his brother beaten him up"

and things of that nature.

What gives them the right to fucking interrogate my son and NOT TELL ME.

Sure I understand they may have concerns… but DON’T DO THAT SHIT BEHIND MY BACK.

Horrible.

I went into the office today and of course nobody knows anything about it and they are gonna "get back to me"

I could just kill someone.

It had me livid and crying.

*sigh*

Meanwhile, the washing machine is broken and it might be my fault.

do i have money to fix it?

uhhh no.

Am I gonna try to fix it on my own?

uhhh YES!!!!

lol.

jesus, kill me.