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Saturday, June 12, 2010

i hate days

like today when it dont seem to be any better than it was the night before *blah* i woke up in a decent mood only to find some characters talking in the kitchen.. dont you hate it when you walk in and it feels like *all eyes* are on you and that you are the subject of a conversation.. i tried to talk a bit and was quickly snapped at for no apparent reason..
finally i just went on about my business and doing my thing .. it only got worse when a certain child who was told last night that i wasnt completely sure on if he could or couldnt do something today came out caring a birthday card that had money in it saying *well the old religious one got it for me so that i could go* uh excuse me? was this ran by me first? me as in HIS MOTHER? no it wasnt.. its not a hidden fact in this house that i do not care for the childs parents, that they are simply drunks and that all they do is drink like fish.. its a known fact that i call them the *rednecks* and have spent the last 3 summers since they came into our neighborhood doing nothing but bitch and complain about their stupid stunts they have pulled and how they have changed a quiet swimming hole into party central, how their friends and family litter into our waters, how they sit down there day in and day out tossing back as many beers as they can with the other neighborhood drunkards.. how i watch this *woman* if you even want to call her that ignore her younger son and go as far as to leave him sit in a car seat a good 4 feet from her while she visits, tans and drinks.. how i have seen her leave a small toddler in a freaking driveable camper with nothing more than a baby gate blocking the door while again she drinks and parties etc.. yes the list goes on and on about how horrid these people are and how little respect i have for them and my abilities to hate them grow more and more..
heck up until a few years ago (just before the little one turned 1) it came out that she had an older son and i watched as everyone *pretended* that she spoke of him often but she never did.. no one had a clue.. nice kid though, was spared having to live with his mother and grow up *un-normal* thanks to his dad taking care of him all of these years (he only comes for the summer now) and yes i know him and little ron have become good friends and im okay with that. within reason of course..
call me super over protective but no my son will not be going with them out on boats this summer .. yes i realize he is about to be 17 years old (in november) but no he will not jump on and enjoy a day out on the waters with a bunch of drunks i cant even begin to tell you how unsafe that is.. and i dont care if he was 800 years old it wouldnt be happening.. being on the water you have to respect the water and you cant do that or wont do that when you are drunk!
the big deal today.. at 9pm last night little ron asks me if he can go to the kids little half brothers birthday (mind you the child is going to be 3 years old) .. his reason for going *because the older boy wont have anyone there to hang out with* okay i get that i really do.. but i also know its going to be drunk fest and to be quite honest.. my son is not a free baby sitter while you get loaded .. be a fucking parent!
secondly at 9pm i am not about to drive 30 minutes to walmart.. wonder aimlessly around the isles only to find a toy for some 3 year old i dont know than drive 30 minutes home..
now i know this is going to be a huge war so my safety net *i dunno i need to talk to dad about it*
and no my mind had NOT changed at 11 pm when this kid called back btw i know he is your friend but please stop having him call my phone!! yes i know you battery was dead but its not now.. i charged it for you and so argh *annoyed*

anyways.. i tried to talk to ron last night but didnt get very far.. so thought we would discuss it when he comes to bed this morning right? nope didnt happen.. not one word said to me..

until little ron comes out with a card that the old religious one bought for the 3 year old and with $5.00 in it for the kid..

yes im pissed.. im still pissed because it was never discussed with me! not one person asked my feelings or thoughts on it.. does my 16 year old son need to be at a party for a 3 year old that he isnt blood related to? that isnt someone we have known and are good friends with for years? no i dont think so.. couldnt tyler come to the house after the party so they could go have fun?