where can I check myself into the psych ward?

The past few months since my last post have been somewhat of a whirl wind.  I know people keep reminding me that it is time to update the blog, but usually I do my blogging in the evening when the children go to bed. At the state of my life that i have recently met, the only thing i want to do at night is pretend that I am a mentally sane person.

Don't get me wrong, i love my life. It may not be prefect, but it's perfect for me.  Peter has been getting into trouble at school.  That's one of the biggest changes for the family. The school is increasingly sending home citations for stuff that I think are mainly dumb.  For example" "Peter stopped to shake a tree when he was returning to the building after recess.............." Really?  Quite frankly, it is a fucking miracle that he stopped for anything.  So count your blessing he didn't light the tree on fire...Oh wait, that is Kaidence that likes to play with fire.  Moving on........Evidently Peter is great at pissing off the bus driver.  On morning the bus driver reportedly told Peter he was going to "cut your tongue out" if he didn't quit being loud.  Peter arrived to school scared and moody (words of the principal).  The principal asked Peter what was wrong and and Peter told her what the bus driver said and told her he was scared.  The principal did not this the claim was substantiated enough to call the parents, but did report it to the bus barn officials.  Let me first say, the principal and I do not see eye to eye. She has a soft approach to children, I do not.  I am a fir believer in the saying "children should be seen, not heard!"  That doesn't mean they can't talk it means they should be noticed for their respectfulness and behavior in public, not their screaming and crying and throwing fits. On with the story....I found this litter bus driver tidbit from the principal the day I requested a meeting with her. Pete and I went to talk to her about some issues with discipline and school we were having.  I also caught her in a lie two days before, where she whited out part of a bus citation recopied it, and sent it home. Her explanation of this was to spare me the headache of signing something that had a box checked that peter was annoying. I made it clear that the bus driver is not at liberty to point out a personality flaw on my child, so I wouldn't sign citations that were marked with the "annoying" checked. Well, one came in with that box checked, the principal altered it, and she didn't think I would know.

So, here we sit in the Principal's office, which I hadn't been in years...>although it has been less years since I was in the deans office at college.................:)  Any who...........I had to explain to the principal that I wasn't one of those dumb ass parents that don't give a shit and don't know what their doing. I am involved with my kids and their educations, and I would expect to be treated like the intelligent, education, aware parent that I am.  Imagine her surprise when I told her I knew she lied to me and altered the bus citation.  What a dumb bitch.  I wonder how many of the stupid dumb fuck parents she lies to and gets away with.  I also made it clear that the next time the bus driver threatens my kid, everyone would be sorry.  If you're not clear what this means, let me explain. 

first threat to my child is a warning. I bring it to the attention of the proper people, expect it to be reported, and make it damn clear that the next time it happens, momma gets psychotic.  By psychotic, I mean: I will threaten the stupid mother fucker at the bus stop, Follow him to his house, knock on the door, and when he answer, I'll beat his face in with a baseball bat.  If you think I am kidding watch the news people.  I expect my kids to behave, I expect them to follow rules I expect them to be polite, I expect them to be better than anyone Else's kids, and I expect them to be safe to/from/at school. I cannot teach my children that adults are authoritative and in charge when the adults in question behave no better than my child.

And, speaking of threatening, what is with the driver threatening a seat belt for Peter, yet never using it/  If the kids is that fucking bad on the bus, get off your fat stinky lumpy Russian as, and seat belt the damn kid in.  How hard is it.  Evidently it's easier to bitch, whine, complain, write citations, and waste time in general than it is to actually use a seat belt.  what a stupid fucker.