I swear to Christmas, its days like today, that I want to go and find Damien’s father and tell him to take Damien for a while- regardless of our agreement or history or anything- and then give him and Damien each a fat ear for good measure!
I am so tired of having to deal with the kak on my own!!!!!!!!!
This morning Damien reminds me we’ve run out of sugar. I say okay and make a mental note. He also reminds me that he needs another tube of white acrylic paint. Right- another mental note. So when I fetched him after school today I remembered the paint, and stopped off at a stationery shop en-route to the aftercare. I hand him the R100 note that I drew this morning (for paint and sugar) and he asks if he must go and buy sugar. I say no, I’ve got to get back to work so just run and get the paint I’ll wait in the car. I drive around the shopping centre so I don’t have to park the car, I pull into an empty space and as I’m about to phone and ask what’s taking so long he comes out of the shop. And I can see quite clearly that he has something under his school jersey. He gets in the car and I ask what he has- he shows me the tube of paint. I ask for my change and he hands me some cents. Now I know his paint doesn’t cost R100 for a tube, so I ask again what he has under his jersey. Brace yourself- he pulls out an action man figure (in its packaging).
Not one the 12” figures that he already has eleven of at home (with all their accessories including horses, dogs, tents, sleeping bags, clothing, a footlocker, weapons and a four-wheeler)- no- its one of the little plastic jobbies- and he spent eighty bucks on it!
I am speechless with anger. What did he think? That I wasn’t going to ask why the tube of paint cost so much? That I wouldn’t ask where the rest of the money was?
What’s his excuse? That I got rid of some of his toys while he was away in July. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrgggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Is it just me- or does anyone else remember what I said about his bedroom and what he and I AGREED I would do while he was away, ie: I would tidy up and chuck out and I would decide what stayed and what went? Anyone?
So now he’s pissed at me because I’ll be keeping his bank card for ANOTHER month as punishment.
And I’ll be getting rid of the bloody toy at the first available opportunity.
There Is Never An Excuse
One in three is not a statistic - one in three is a crying shame.