Sabotage

I'm not even sure when my last post went up. 
I went to the shrink and he said

Holy fuck you are crazy.  Take  these pills 3x a day and call me in two weeks.

Which is awesome.  But I feel like a zombie.  I'm not freak ing out so much anymore but I still want to and I can't make myself care enough to.  So I cry alot.

Also last night my 20 year old teddy bear somehow made it from Girls room into my bed and I don't remember a thing.  Hubs swears I went and got it.

And my boss threatened to fire me.

All of this is to explain that I haven't figured  out when/where to blog yet.  I pass out almost as soon as I get home from work and I'm scared to blog at work even on my personal laptop because my boss hates me.  And the autocorrect on my phone is kicking my ass.

And just on a sidenote, Boy has decided he doesn't want Sir Liesalot's last name even though he was adopted by him.  Boy wants to keep Reformed Commitmentphobic's last name.  And since we never actually changed his social security card, technically his last name never changed, we just started calling him Boy Liesalot.  Sir is not pleased.  Reformed is graceful enough to not openly rejoice.

And I have to change all of Boy's paperwork back to Boy Commitmentphobic.

What does a nervous breakdown feel like?

Fine Parenting Moments

As the title of my blog clearly states - I am not a fabulous mom.  But usually I manage to not scar my children for life or yell at them to the point of tears.  Usually.

Yesterday I was talking to my ex (Boy's biological father), Reformed CommitmentPhobic, about Boy's altercation with Ninja Kid. 

Boy was goofing off in the kitchen so that he could overhear the conversation and Hubs was telling him to butt out and go away.  I wasn't really paying attention to either one of them.

I was busy loudly talking to Reformed CommitmentPhobic about how people were pissing me off and I couldn't get a straight answer from anyone, and all I wanted to know was whether or not Boy had started a fight at school and then came home and lied about it.

Reformed CommitmentPhobic was trying to calm me down (but not very hard because he doesn't have to live with me) and then I complained louder.

I'm tired of all these people telling me that Boy's an asshat!

And when I say "complained louder" you probably should translate that as "shrieked".

Anyway.

Boy came pelting through the living room in tears.

Fuck.

You think I'm an asshat!  You hate me!  You think everyone is right when they say I'm a piece of shit! 

Where does he get these hysterical tendancies?

Anyway - I told him that if he was going to eavesdrop that maybe he should eavesdrop harder so that he could hear the whole sentence.  And if he wasn't going to get the whole conversation but insisted on eavesdropping anyway then he should get used to hearing things he didn't want to hear.

Oh, and I told him he's not an asshat.