Note to self: It's not how many times you get knocked down...IT'S HOW MANY TIMES YOU CAN PICK YOURSELF BACK UP!
My morning started by Sterling waking me up one hour later that his school starts. Crap. Must have slept through the snooze. I had Sterling jump in the shower and get ready for school. This didn't make him happy. Today was an early release day and we had a parent/teacher conference. Because of this, he tried to convince me he shouldn't have to go to school. When I resisted, he started slamming doors and loudly muttering to himself in a disgusted tone. The entire way to school he told me that EVERY kid hates this school and his teachers were stupid, horrible, homework giving monsters. We headed to the attendance office, Sterling got a pass and home I went.
The half-school day went by fast. I only had one thing to do while Sterling was at school. Call the company I had interviewed with two weeks prior. Today, I would find out if I had a job! Nervous and excited, I made the call. Nope! No job! SHIT!
He came home at noon and asked to go to a friends, prior to the conference. First we had to go over his school day, class by class. Done. I jumped in the shower, he jumped to a friends'. I put on nice clothes and waited for Sterling.
When he didn't show, I drove to his friends house, pounded on the door, grabbed him and sped off to school. We got there with one minute to spare. Conf. went well. I already knew his grades and missing assignments. His teachers told us that his school year was "A Tale of Two Months." September was bad. October was much better. They also told us that he needed another three ring binder, a journal and organizational skills.
Back home we grabbed a binder out of his room. We had to go to the store for the journal. "Do I have to go with you?" He asked. "Yes." I said. "School is your responsibility." I grabbed him and off to the store we went. This is where he proceeded to tell me that if Fred Meyer's didn't have a journal we were going home. I suspect it was nervous energy from the conference. I let him know that if Freddys didn't have a journal we would go to another store. "NO...I'LL WALK HOME!" He stated. I assured him that wouldn't happen. It was his school work and it was his responsibility to get the journal.
Once inside Freddys, he stormed ahead of me, grabbed a journal and off to the check-out. En route to the check out he grabbed a huge bag of Halloween candy. At the check-out I made him put the candy back and explained if he would have asked first...I might have bought it for him. "Just because you're pissed off...that doesn't give you an excuse to NOT use manners," I said.
Once home, he stomped around and indignantly asked if he could go to a friends house. "Be back at three. Your mom is coming to take you to Taekwondo," I told him.
He came back at three. No mom. He called at 330. No answer. I fed him a sandwich and started pacing.
I had planned on leaving at three. I do have a sales job that hasn't started yet and I wanted to get a jump on it by visiting a friend/restaurant owner. With the ex not showing up...I couldn't do that.
She showed up at 415 with her 3yr old in a stroller. She had run out of gas and left her cell phone at home and had just walked about a mile in the cold. I had Sterling get dressed in taekwondo clothes and packed everyone in my car and drove him to practice. Now to get a gas can, fill it up, and drive to the ex's car. DONE. While she was filling up her car with the gas can...the three year old announced she had to pee. The child pulled down her pants, on the side of the road, and peed! AWESOME!
Lets nutshell...
Up late. Kid pissed he had to go to school. No job. Dad pissed. Kid late. Barely on time to conference. Kid pissed. Dad pissed. Mom late. Dad pissed. No opportunity to start job. Dad pissed. Drive ex to get gas for car. Dad pissed. Then child pissed...in the road.
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