When I woke Damien up this morning, he growled at me, and once he was a little more awake than his usual semi-caveman, he proceeded to moan and groan and perform and complain… I persisted, and eventually I got him out of bed. I then stumbled off to get myself ready for work. A little later I go into Damien’s room (actually, I stand at the door because I’m not allowed in there), to make sure he hasn’t gone back to bed, and guess what he’s fetched himself for breakfast… a bowl of melon sorbet and a box of Salticrax! I say to him that he should rather let me make him a decent breakfast, or at least have cereal.
“NO! THIS IS WHAT I’M HAVING!” was is reply.
The sonic boom knocks me off my feet… when I recover, I again suggest that maybe he should let me make him some breakfast since sorbet dessert and Salticrax are not exactly nutritious.
“GO AWAY!” he shouts.
I wish I could give you an example- but I honestly cannot think of any situation where you would speak to anyone or anything the way Damien speaks to me lately.
I was still a little taken aback so I thought I’d try and placate him a little, which occasionally works, but before I can open my mouth he’s stomped off to the kitchen (and I mean stomped- I think the whole block of flats could hear him walking through the flat), thrown his half empty bowl in the sink, chucked the Salticrax back into the cupboard and stomped back to his bedroom. I walked back into my room and I said very little to him for the rest of the day.
What else is fun is the phone call I received from Damien’s teacher asking me if I had a note for him for the Friday before last. I ask why he would need a note, and she says he told her he was off sick. This is the same Friday on which I said he could to the nearest mall after school with his friends and that I would fetch him there after work.
The little monster didn’t even go to school.
I dropped him off as usual, prob’ly round 7h30 and apparently he went straight from there to the mall- even though it only opens at 9! I haven’t even asked what he was doing all day. So what’s the fun part? It’s this- because he has already been caught smoking and bunking class, he could be suspended if the school decides to take action against him for the day long truancy.
Oh, and then when I fetched him this afternoon he could see I was still angry at how he spoke to me- but he couldn’t remember why, and I didn’t feel like raising the subject again so I just said I was moeg!
There Is Never An Excuse
One in three is not a statistic - one in three is a crying shame.