Random, Babbling Thoughts

Well, today sucked at work.  I'm so busy, I can't even catch up, let alone keep up.  That's ok.  If they mention the fact that I'm running behind, I'll calmly suggest allowing overtime.  Something like, "Well DUH!  How about you allow enough friggin' hours to DO the job that you WANT me to do!?!?"  Or something.  It's not just me, the whole department is running behind.  Stupid Mother's Day rush.  Arrrggggg.

Brett got into a fight with his best friend on Monday.  The friend thinks Brett wants his woman, Brett assures me that he does not. (but I'm the mother.  He wouldn't tell me, anyway.)  So they get into a big fight, then Brett gets on the bus to see a new driver.  Apparently, his driver (who he really likes and chats with daily) has been fired for "safety violations".  Brett says it was for letting kids eat and drink on the bus.

So Brett sees the new guy and says "I'm walking home." (we're only 2 blocks away or so) and the driver won't let him.  Once they're on the bus, it's a liability issue.  They can't let them off.  I understand this.  So Brett goes to the back, and proceeds to cut the hell out of the seat in front of him.  With scissors.

When the principal called me, he said he thought it had been done with a knife.  He asked Brett, who denied doing it.  Then he told him about the video from the camera on the bus.  Brett admitted it (duh) and was searched.  No knife, so then Brett told them it was with scissors, and showed them the scissors.  The principal gave him a bill for the repairs.  $110.  When I was called, I said, "how convenient.  He just got paid!"

Brett has to put 1/2 of his check in the bank, to buy a car.  The other half is spending money.  I wouldn't let him get in to his deposit money to pay it back.  He gave all of his spending money for the week ($50) and will pay the other $60 next week.  I'm not paying it.  Heck, he's got a job and made a bad decision.  Let him pay.  *THAT'S* why he couldn't buy his own batteries.

I know teenage emotions and hormones.  I didn't even "punish" him.  Heck, he made a bad choice, and it's hurting his pocket.  So be it.  He told me that it was stupid and he shouldn't have done it.  That's all I needed to hear.  I bet he thinks twice before vandalizing something again.

Kevin leaned over to give Natalie a hug yesterday.  She wrapped her arms around his neck...and then picked her feet up off the floor.  His back is SO screwed.  He took a pain pill and fell asleep.  Poor guy.  Monica inherited his bad joints, though.  She was walking toward the hall earlier, and her hip popped and put her in the floor.  She's had bad joint problems since birth.  I wonder if she inherited his affliction (don't remember the name of it, but he had a leg brace as a kid) or if it's just a popping kind of thing.  I'll get a Dr appt scheduled soon to find out.

Mom looked at a horse today.  Too much horse for us, barely green-broke.  Why can't I just say, "oh no, too much trouble.  Let it go."?  I have to say, "but we could....." and "what if we...."  Like she needs this shit from me.  It's her money.  Why spend it on a horse that we have to work so hard at?  I need to let it go.  Maybe, someday, there will be a deal that we can't pass up on a good, calm horse.  If not, two is enough.

Well, enough rambling.  It's good to have a journal to get it all out.  I feel better!