Monday, July 31, 2006

Manic Monday

I've always loved The Bangles song of the above title. It sums up exactly how I usually feel on a Monday morning: I have to drag my self away from my dreams (although I've never kissed Valentino by a crystal blue Italian stream), then I struggle to wake up enough to get ready for work, then I rush to get to work and only barely make it on time (and I only live 5 minutes away!)

But I figured I better post something, lest I be accused of having, like another Blogger who shall remain nameless (but his name begins with "E") a "case of the Mondays". But I don't have much time, as this is a busy day for me (last day of the month = payroll reports, end-of-month financial reports, mileage logs to be updated and turned in, etc), plus the usual work of making sure everything in the office runs smoothly. So... here's a brief update on Life with Stinkbumps.

Jamie is at Papaw's this week. It almost didn't happen that way, though. On Saturday evening, Jamie and I went for a bike ride. When we came back in, Jamie went to the refrigerator to get a drink. Dad has a rule that Jamie has to ask before he can get in the refrigerator (otherwise Jamie winds up with about 5 drinks open all over the house at the same time). Well, Jamie forgot to ask first. Dad pipes up with "Weren't you supposed to ask first? Go put it back." Which I'm fine with. But then, Jamie put it back, waited a few minutes and then asked if he could get a drink. Dad said "No." Well, I'm sorry, but we'd just been riding bikes out in 100-degree weather, and we were both hot and thirsty. So then I told Jamie he could have my drink. Dad had already made his point by making Jamie put the drink back in the first place. I thought Dad was taking it too far.

So, typical of my father, he gets all mad and says pack up your $h#t and get out. I looked at Dad and said "How typical of you", calmly got all our stuff together, packed up the car and dog and started to leave. All the while Dad's grumbling about how it was his d@mn house and his f---ing rules. I told Dad he had already made his point by making Jamie put the drink back the first time, and that carrying it further was merely being childish. Then I told him to have a good week, and Jamie and I went out and got in the car and started backing out. Dad came running out and said "come back in". I told him he had told us to leave. Then he apologised and asked us to please come back in. So we did.

Poor Jamie though started crying then, because he had wanted to leave all along. It ripped my heart out, but I had no babysitter for today. And I've asked Jamie over and over again why he doesn't want to stay with Papaw, and his answer is always that he's bored. Well, sorry baby, but you can't always get what you want in life. If Dad was harming Jamie, then of course he wouldn't have to stay. But just because Jamie is bored - well, tough cookies. I can't afford to pay a babysitter all the time. Jamie just has to tough it out for now. But I did concede that if things got too bad, I'd come down and get him one day after work this week. But he had to have a really, REALLY good reason for it. I don't want to ask him point-blank if Papaw's done anything to hurt him, because then he'll get the idea that he can lie about it and I'll take him home. But I've also made it clear that he can tell me ANYTHING. So, we're now at an impasse.

Got to get back to work now. I'm done rambling on about Jamie. Ya'll probably get tired of me writing about our little dramas and such.

Everett - I hope you had fun with the church group this past weekend. Tooz - I hope your knee is feeling better. Ann - Good luck with your new job! Lydia - PYFU and don't forget to drink plenty of water! Tara - I hope Aidan is going to bed when he's supposed to. Becca - I hope you aren't being driven crazy by your job (it's hard when you first come back from vacation!). Julie - I'm sorry you and your kitty had a bad weekend. Suze - I'm glad you're enjoying your parents' visit! Joel - Love you, Bubby! I hope you're having a good day. I'll try to call you sometime this week on my lunch break.


Jenn-Jenn, the Mother Hen said...

A little update:

Called Jamie at his Papaw's on my lunch break. He's doing fun and says he's having fun. We worked together yesterday on drawing a car town on an old piece of cardboard box, and he's been having fun playing with his matchbox cars on it today. Jamie told me he doesn't miss me as much during the day. It's just at night that he gets sad and lonesome for his mommy. But it makes him feel better when I call and give him his night-night sugars. So, I'll just keep checking in with him each day to see how things are going.

Tooz said...

I'm glad of two things--that Jamie seems happy at Papaw's right now, and that you didn't give in to his pleas to take him back home with you "because he was bored." I have known of too many kids who were ruined by parents who did that sort of thing. Love you, and my knee seems okay today.

Jenn-Jenn, the Mother Hen said...

A little boredom never hurt anyone. Now, if Dad takes Jamie down to the bar with him and they sit there for four hours, then I'll go pick Jamie up. Not because he was bored in that case (which he would be) but because I don't want my kid riding in the truck with Papaw after Papaw had been drinking for four hours! I don't Jamethan in the truck with Papaw after even one drink!

(All this makes me wish I HAD stuck a stamp on him and mailed Jamethan to you, Tooz! LOL!)

Lydia said...

don't you know Tooz wouldn't let him get bored! I think you should mail him to her next time. I think he does some good for my dad, too! :)

Reading the last part of this post today reminded me of senior wills.

ann said...

Ha ha, Lydia! I remember senior wills! I think most of mine was to "mike". ha ha. he's a good boy. but i"m glad I have my daniel!!!!

Jenn-Jenn, the Mother Hen said...

My senior will, if I remember correctly, was very strange. It mainly concerned funny sayings that had occurred over the course of the year. I don't remember why they were funny, they just were at the time. I may have to look it up somewhere. I found my senior scrap book the other day (which I had actually turned into an homage to my entire high school career). I also found more funny pictures I may have to post!

Becca said...

I don't remember senior wills. I still have my memory book, though!

Lydia said...

I don't have my senior will OR my senior scrapbook anymore, as far as I know, and I don't care to ever see them again, for that matter. Somethings are better left lost.