OMG- how could I be such a total bitch! How could I be such a cruel mother? Good grief- my behaviour is bordering on abuse people!Why?Because Damien and I are on day four (yes- four) of his “All My Friends…” campaign, signed petition pending- memorandum handed over- buttons and flyers handed out freely. He even has an interview scheduled with Oprah AND Doctor Phil next week to lament his sad, sad fate! His cries are loud, and occasionally varied- but pretty much follow the regular lines; like “…are allowed to…” “…parents let them…” “…mother allows him to…” “…are going to…”
I am so tired of repeating myself- it’s just not funny anymore. When I fetched him from school yesterday he was again sulking about the fact that he had to sit and wait at the school for me while all the rest of his entourage went to the mall. Then this morning, he called me from the school payphone to ask if he could go to the mall after school with his friends. I said no- reminding him that we’d discussed it the night before (ad-nauseum). INSTANTLY his demeanour changes and he can barely talk to me because he suddenly has such a fat lip! Then this afternoon, I was running late fetching him- not a lot, I’d guess about 10 minutes, and I get a text message from Damien. No “hello” or even a “hi”, not a “where are you?” or “are you on the way?” No. He sent me the following message- brace yourself:
“Where the hell are you?!”
Yes- including the punctuation!
I swear that if the highway had been empty I would have done a U-turn right there and then and left him at the school for another hour. I was speechless! He apologised for the message when he got in the car- but I didn’t talk to him all the way home. I think I really have to say- thank goodness for my happy pills… a couple of months ago I would have been crying and ranting all the way home!
There Is Never An Excuse
One in three is not a statistic - one in three is a crying shame.