Fork in the Head Friday: The Lousy Parenting Edition
Just to refresh your memories, due to it being the best situation for The Girl, The Paperweight comes to my house every morning, gets her ready and takes her to preschool. While it annoys the ever-loving-piss out of me to have him in my home every weekday, especially since I'm not there, it does allow her to not only see her father more but to sleep in 2 1/2 hours extra then she would if I had to take her before I went to work...
I got a phone call at work yesterday morning. It was only a little after 8am and it was The Paperweight. Not a good combination.
[groan] there should be a law that ex-husbands can not call you before your second cup of tea.
The conversation went like this:
Paperweight: I just wanted to let you know that The Boy is at home today.
Me: Why?
Paperweight: Because he didn't go to school.
[insert eye rolling here]
Me: Why didn't he go to school today?
Paperweight: Because he missed the bus.
[insert prayers to god for his spontaneous combustion here]
Me: And you didn't drop him off at the school on your way to work because...?
Paperweight: [dead silence]
Me: Hello?!?!
Paperweight: Well, I asked him if he wanted me to drop him off and he said no that he didn't want to go to school today.
posted by ƒåυνέ @ 12:15 PM
8 Comments:
Oh boy. I understand your pain, even if my point of view is from the other end. My bonus children live with their mother an hour away from us. There have been many days that we have found out the boy hasn't gone to school because he didn't feel like it, missed the bus, didn't wake up in time, the list goes on.
Why didn't his mother get him up and out the door you ask? She was still in bed herself, off to school (when she went), or, my personal favorite, staying at her boyfriend's overnight and expected his older sister to parent him for her.
Oh girl, that is one moment I would have completely lost it. Me and The Boy would have come to a grand understanding, and that would never happen again in his lifetime. You certainly know now that Mr. Paperweight cannot be counted on for any smidge of common sense. Cripes, he needs a meat fork in the head.
I know, Ive just commented , but really where is his head at, an if he is trying to help you see how much of a catch the Thing is he gets full marks
Gah, sounds just like something my ex brother-in-law would do. Of course if you ask they don't want to go!
I like the meat fork suggestion too.
--lemming
It's a shame it's against the law to stick a fork in him and put him out of your misery.
Meat forks solve many problems. ;)
Steve~
holy shit it sounds like my parents!
Soooooo.... reckon Fauvie's in jail for stickin' that meat fork in The Paperweight's noggin?
I'll chip in heavy for bail money if so.
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