Yes I have it all - 15+ years of fun (& g8 s3x) with the man I love, a job I like, and three fairly decent kids (hey, they're not perfect)
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Justifiable-Homcide-Tuesday on Wednesday - Lynn Gone Mad!
I've never got into the "do this thing on a certain day" blog schedules, because I'm not that organized.
But when I noticed Vodka Logic's Justifiable Homicide feature I began looking forward to Tuesday. Because a whole lotta parents who been leaving their kids running wild(actually hanging at my house) have been makin' me wanna bust somethin'
For those of you who are wondering this is NOT a guest blogger - just Lynn gone mad! Really mad!
I know my blog is all about lovin' & stuff. But some people! And there's enough going on to give me Justifiable Homicide posts for the whole rest of the year! So, even though I missed yesterday. I've gotta let off some steam.
Here's my top pick. I'd never wanna make a kid an orphan, but these two fools are on the top of my list: The parents of Little Joe
Little Joe is 10 years old. He hangs out at our house all the time. William and I are actually fine with a bunch of kids being over our house all the time. The kids aren't any problem -it's their parents!
Little Joe's parents are splitting up. I have no problem with that. Lots of folks split up.
But they are still living together and stepping out on each other and fighting night and day with each other.
Little Joe dropped by right when we're heading out and I say, "Little Joe, run ask your parents if you can come with us." He takes off down the street and zooms back: "My Mom says I can go, but my Dad says I can't."
It's like that for EVERYTHING! What's a kid supposed to do? I had to leave him. Sorry, but I'm not taking a kid in my car without their parents' permission (especially these parents).
So last weekend, he's over our house late and William's asleep, so I walk Little Joe home. It's only a block but I'm not letting a kid leave my house without making sure he is home safe. We get to his driveway and I tell him I wanna make sure he's in the house. He surprises me by pulling out his key.
It's 10:45 on a Friday night!
Remember, he's TEN YEARS OLD!!!
So I ask Little Joe, where's your Ma? Answer: With her boyfriend.
Where's you Dad? At his girlfriends'.
Who is watching you? My brother.
Sigh of relief. His brother is almost 17.
Is he at home? No, he's over at his girlfriend's. He always comes home by midnight though.
I call his brother to come back home.
But I really want to call his mom and his dad and tell them - ACT LIKE GROWN UPS!!!
Instead I'm offering them up for my first post - swim with the fishes you unmom & undad!
(Is it really weird that it feels so good to post this?)