Mikey
Psycho Gorilla Dad
<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: SunnyFlorida</div><div class="ubbcode-body">I'm not seeing you take that chill pill yet Mikey :doctor: Now...take that deep breath and r e l a x...think of that nice place in your head.....
You can't stop self destruction. You can't change what doesn't want to change. You can only change your reaction to it.</div></div>
Thanks SF - took a couple of those pills (I have a 6-month scrip), but they've already worn off. difficult child is out tonight with one of the Pothead Posse, been gone all day. Finally got a call from him about 45 minutes ago asking to stay over the night.
This is three days after he stumbled in so drunk he was choking on his own puke, and he asks this....
:smile:
wife immediately said "No", because the only reason he hangs with this kid is to partake of the herb. difficult child offers to "let us speak with his mom to make sure everything is okay".
Fine. Let me talk to her.
"Uh, I'm out in the car - I'll call you when I get inside.". Okay. I wait for a bit, then I get a call back saying that I couldn't talk to ganjaguy's mom because she "just had an MRI, has two herniated discs in her neck, is going to have to have two needles stuck in her neck, and could be paralyzed, and has gone up to bed crying and isn't talking to anyone".
:surprise:
Uh, okay. wife says "You need to come home then, if his house is in such turmoil."
<argue, argue, more arguing.....>
Finally, Mr. McWeedyBrain says "I'm sleeping over" and hangs up.
:grrr:
5 minutes later, I pull up in front of the kid's house, call difficult child and tell him to come outside. He storms out demanding to know "what the HE_LL I'm doing there!" Hunh? You just deliberately disobeyed your Mom, then hung up on her. THAT's why I'm here.
He replies "That's retarded! You can't keep me from sleeping over! You're stupid!"
Hunh?
I shout back "Yes we can keep you from sleeping over. You may hate us, you may hate living with us, but until December neither one of us has a choice about it. 'Till then, we're responsible for you, and I will not...."
At that time, his friend walks outside and lights up a cig. difficult child immediately says "Fine, I'll be home around midnight". As I'm leaving, I call out to pothead #2 and say "Hey xxxx, I'm very sorry to hear about your Mom". Pothead says "Hunh?", then whispers to difficult child. He then turns around and says "Oh, thanks".
:grrr: :grrr:
I stare for a minute, and then say "Your mom isn't sick, is she?" He says "yes, she's very sick" and then they both go inside. Maybe she is sick, but my Daddy Sense (better known as the "BS Detector") is going off in full hoot about now.
Yowza. And we aren't even a full week into the summer break yet? I can't wait to see what other fun and frivolity life with difficult child and the Pothead Posse will bring my way in the coming months.
Oh well. Back to putting together his "financial outlook" for if (or more likely, when) he moves out in December. It's a sad thing that I'm starting to take a perverse pleasure in seeing just how hard and expensive it's going to be for my poor, spoiled, naive suburb dwelling white-boy wannabe drugthug to make it on his own.
Then again, he'll probably take the same amount of perverse pleasure in living in as much squalor as he can stand, just to spite us.
Blech. And I think I'm out of bile to vent, so I'll quit now.
Mikey
You can't stop self destruction. You can't change what doesn't want to change. You can only change your reaction to it.</div></div>
Thanks SF - took a couple of those pills (I have a 6-month scrip), but they've already worn off. difficult child is out tonight with one of the Pothead Posse, been gone all day. Finally got a call from him about 45 minutes ago asking to stay over the night.
This is three days after he stumbled in so drunk he was choking on his own puke, and he asks this....
:smile:
wife immediately said "No", because the only reason he hangs with this kid is to partake of the herb. difficult child offers to "let us speak with his mom to make sure everything is okay".
Fine. Let me talk to her.
"Uh, I'm out in the car - I'll call you when I get inside.". Okay. I wait for a bit, then I get a call back saying that I couldn't talk to ganjaguy's mom because she "just had an MRI, has two herniated discs in her neck, is going to have to have two needles stuck in her neck, and could be paralyzed, and has gone up to bed crying and isn't talking to anyone".
:surprise:
Uh, okay. wife says "You need to come home then, if his house is in such turmoil."
<argue, argue, more arguing.....>
Finally, Mr. McWeedyBrain says "I'm sleeping over" and hangs up.
:grrr:
5 minutes later, I pull up in front of the kid's house, call difficult child and tell him to come outside. He storms out demanding to know "what the HE_LL I'm doing there!" Hunh? You just deliberately disobeyed your Mom, then hung up on her. THAT's why I'm here.
He replies "That's retarded! You can't keep me from sleeping over! You're stupid!"
Hunh?
I shout back "Yes we can keep you from sleeping over. You may hate us, you may hate living with us, but until December neither one of us has a choice about it. 'Till then, we're responsible for you, and I will not...."
At that time, his friend walks outside and lights up a cig. difficult child immediately says "Fine, I'll be home around midnight". As I'm leaving, I call out to pothead #2 and say "Hey xxxx, I'm very sorry to hear about your Mom". Pothead says "Hunh?", then whispers to difficult child. He then turns around and says "Oh, thanks".
:grrr: :grrr:
I stare for a minute, and then say "Your mom isn't sick, is she?" He says "yes, she's very sick" and then they both go inside. Maybe she is sick, but my Daddy Sense (better known as the "BS Detector") is going off in full hoot about now.
Yowza. And we aren't even a full week into the summer break yet? I can't wait to see what other fun and frivolity life with difficult child and the Pothead Posse will bring my way in the coming months.
Oh well. Back to putting together his "financial outlook" for if (or more likely, when) he moves out in December. It's a sad thing that I'm starting to take a perverse pleasure in seeing just how hard and expensive it's going to be for my poor, spoiled, naive suburb dwelling white-boy wannabe drugthug to make it on his own.
Then again, he'll probably take the same amount of perverse pleasure in living in as much squalor as he can stand, just to spite us.
Blech. And I think I'm out of bile to vent, so I'll quit now.
Mikey