Peace, Tranquility,.....what's that?

Yeah, I know what it means.......I am actually feeling both right now. That is because: the house is quiet, no one is around and I am left to whittle away my time on my prized computer. It's been busy and hectic around here.....gee, what's new?

Boy# 1 had his wisdom teeth removed Friday morning. My mom and I took him, waited, for him, etc......she took him home and stayed with him because I needed to get down to my Caffe`. I was getting pretty irritated with the office staff because of the millions of forms I had to fill out regarding payment for their services. Never, once did I sign anything regarding my son's treatment, or after-care. Money seemed to be their number one priority. Dental insurance sucks. The insurance company paid very little towards his surgery and getting money out of his father was like pulling teeth in itself!

When we went back into the recovery room to retrieve said boy, he was LOOPED! I mean, he was wasted and all giggly and obnoxious. I hope to never see him in that state again. I forgot what he was babbling so aimlessly about to me....clearly he made no sense, at all! Oh well, a mamma funded high. Now, shut-up, get in the car, let's go home and get you too bed, little chipmunk. He's recovered amazingly!

We went to Sweete's nephew's wedding on Saturday. It was fun.......my favorite type of wedding....backyard.....unpretencious, everyone having a good time.........no airs. Just fun! Coming home from the wedding wasn't so fun. We had to shuttle a few of Sweetie's relatives across town and Sweetie had to be Mr. Backseat Driver. He was very close to being Mr. Kicked to the Curb! But, we have since discussed this and have reached a mutual solution to our little problem. From now on, he is to be quiet, (shut up), not psycho-analyze everything I do nor HOW I do it. Or.????.........I pull over immediately and he gets to drive. He hates driving and tends to leave that fun, little chore up to me.

Now boy # 2.........I swear to God these kids are going to be my death. I went over to my parents' house on Sunday. My older son took me there so he could use my car......the one he likes.....not the SUV...because God forbid, he be caught dead in Mom's catering vehicle. And, I hate driving that beast....hated it from the moment I bought it.

So what does boy #2 do? Takes my 4Runner up to the store. Doesn't sound all that bad, when put this way.....but there is a problem with all of this. He only has a permit. He will (probably not) get his real license next month. Dumbass gets pulled over for "rolling" through a stop sign and driving without a license. The driving without a license thing is a big one.....it's a misdemeanor not just a traffic infraction. Great! Now, we get to go to court! Yes, I know, I am probably the only mother in the world that refers to her off-spring as: Dumbass!

The only positive thing that came out of this is: He actually called his brother BEFORE he called me for help. Why do I find this positive? Well, for the last year, they haven't been that close. But, he called his brother for help and his brother responded favorably like brothers SHOULD do. And? At least he was very honest with me and didn't lie to cover up his huge, dumbass mistake. We will see what happens in court.

This won't be the first time he and I have had to attend a juvenille court hearing. Back in his jr. high days, he and a bunch of idiots/friends decided they were going to get on a commuter train without purchasing a ticket. Well, dumbass and his entourage of idiots all got caught. Yes, we had to attend a hearing where the judge basically scares the shit out of the kid, reprimands him/her greatly, and makes him/her dumbass purchase a ticket that he (the judge) signs off on. All of this takes about ten minutes, tops but waiting in the waiting room is endless and awful. I remember sitting there and breaking out into tears........I looked at him and stated that I never, ever want to see this God awful place again.........ever! Well, yeah.....that worked!

You know.......?????? Several months ago, my ever so loving ex-husband (jerk, and I am being kind) had the nerver to tell my older son that I, his mother, spent many years "job hopping." He failed, or completely omitted the fact that a few of the companies that I worked for either sold or went belly up and I lost my job through no fault of my own. He conveniently left that part out of his story. He also failed to mention that I worked out of our house so I could home with my boys when they got out of school. He also forgot to mention that even when I worked/managed/slave away at an Italian store, that my boss would allow me to pick my kids up from Catholic school (right down the street) and bring them back to the store AND feed them AND help them with their homework. Amnesia?

The point that I am trying to make is that through all of my "job hopping" parenting has been the hardest! Yes, it has its rewards, my kids do love and appreciate me. Sometimes its rather difficult for me to see that, but I know they love me. But damn, this is a thankless, trying, sucky pay job! And I wonder why I am getting greyer!