And trying to calm my own sense of injustice and emotional tirade! Yesterday was NOT a good day. It started out a little flat, which I chalked up to PMS. That’s fine, it’s part of life, you just deal. But the rest of the day, and what transpired made things flat to fucked, in no time. It wasn’t anything earth shattering, and part of it was a part two to stupid shit from the previous night.
To begin with, having a family, where a step parent is actively involved in raising the kids can get a little bit tense at times. And so it was Tuesday night, when my little angel daughter flat out told her step dad, in typical pout and rebel fashion, that she was NOT going to the movies with the family. Why? Because her daddy dearest had already “tagged” that movie to take his little princess and prince to. This quickly erupted into a silent feud between step daughter and step dad. Tense, and yes I felt the pressure to smooth it all over. I took the high road, and stood firmly with my hubby. She was rude, and disrespectful. And I let her know it. Which left her giving me the silent treatment as well.
Another issue on Tuesday night. Riley was whining and frustrated, as he has been several times this past year. Why? Because little girls at school, have figured out, that they can sucker punch Riley, and he won’t hit back. I have given him advice several times, about taking it to the playground aid, and then to his teacher. To no avail. His teacher, with whom I have worked very closely with this past year, told him to “not be a tattle tale!”
So by Wednesday morning all these issues as well as the X not raising the kids along the lines that I think are healthy, were weighing on my mind. Tayler comes home from school, Riley goes to the end of the school year 3rd grade swim party, and she lets me know that Riley went to the principals office today. The last day of school. Swell. It seems the new girl went after Riley today. Literally. Riley is a very good-looking little boy. The girls like him, a lot. Unfortunately little 3rd grade girls don’t know how to go about getting little boys’ attention, so they hit him, or kick and run.
He was already frustrated by this problem when the new girl came up to him and said, “Riley, you ever met Mr. Pain?! And then sucker punches him in the ribs. It hurt, he did tear up. He never laid a hand on her though. He just said Knock it off you “B”. No, he didn’t finish the word, but had he? I would have never punished him for it!!! Long story short, they both ended up in the principals office, where Riley got yelled at and berated for calling the little angel a bad name. The little girl skated Scot free outta the office!
My little Satans Spawn is no angel. I know this. I have never been a parent who has not backed up the school. I know his shortcomings, I’m his mother. But as his mother, I have worked extremely hard to drive home the fact, that men, or boys should NEVER hit a girl.Ever. There is no good reason for it. Ever. To do this I have also shared with him some painful memories from my own past. And answered any questions he has regarding them. It worked. Perfectly.
But now, I have a school, who is looking the other way, why he gets pummeled on the playground. BET ME! I left my scathing voice mail at the school. And then went one better. As unfair as it may be, my husband always seems to get responses before me. So I unloaded on him. And had HIM call the principal from work. He received a call in less then 10 minutes. (machismo asshole!) The principal then did call me, and of course now they want all the names of the offending little girls. And they will get them. I also made it clear that if my son is not safe on THEIR playground, that the physical violence, the assaults will be reported to the proper authorities.
In the middle of all this, my husbands car decides that the key to it will no longer work. OK, and many other little irritations to boot. None of which are worth wearing out my keyboard going over.
What I have to say is this: If you’re the mother of a darling little angel girl who sucker punches little boys at school, it’s time to start training them to be ladies. If YOU don’t, you might as well label her tavern trash in training. Because that’s exactly where she is headed. Teach your brats to communicate like civilized human beings! I’m doing my part damn it! I’m training my boys to treat young ladies with respect, and to know there is never an excuse for physical violence! And I fucking resent!!! you parents who completely let the schools raise your kids!!! They can’t! You must!
Overemotional on the issue? You damn well better believe it! And if Karma plays a role in anything, there are little boys out there, that their parents AREN’T training to be gentleman. And I wish one specifically for your little princess! And my Riley was mistaken. This little tavern tramp to be, is far from a bitch! A bitch, knows her shit! A bitch, raises her little girls to not take shit, and to not take advantage of gentlemen who treat her well. I’m going to go one further, Malicious bitches are made by the assholes, but some assholes are made by the likes of trashy tavern tramps. I am doing my best to make sure my son becomes a gentleman, but if left to the schools, he would be an asshole in no time.
Not a very happy post, I know. But I’m going to let it go now. The principal will be meeting with us next Friday, where he will personally apologize to Riley. And Riley is to bring any further problem directly to his attention. Find out what your kids are up to. Talk to them. Teach them. Be a parent to them. It is up to us to raise up children in the way that they should go. And if your child doesn’t end up there, there is noone to blame but YOU.
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Ranting, Raving & Enraged!
