Rain & Yucky Stuff

This morning youngest woke up and crawled in to see if I was awake. I was then and not really ready yet. She wanted to know what was happening with the opening day of soccer. It happens rain or shine. So I spent a few hours watching soccer scrimmages in the rain. Well, part of it - my girlfriend brought her easy up tent that we sat under while her son played.

Hubby was using our bathroom this morning so I had to use the kids bathroom. I try not to as they are the ones who keep it clean. Any way .... I noticed someone had been bored while doing their business and took their pocket knife to the wall. A series of little knife points in the wall. Do I sound really annoyed yet? Go back and read that in a really annoyed trying to stay calm type of voice. So an hour this morning was spent with son crying. The tears don't work for me. I don't know why I did it. Yada, yada, yada. Is it school? No. Home? No Mom leaving? NO!!! Little hot there. I just get pissed anytime someone mentions my mom. Really, why? Then son tries to say it is because hubby didn't let him go see Uncle Jim before he died (two plus years ago). Maybe because we thought it was a ploy for bio to kidnap the kids. But, that is another story. So, after tears and venting and explanations and all that (and I managed not to yell and let hubby do most of the talking) the spackle is drying. Then son will be sanding and painting the bathroom. We did discuss many ways he could take out his frustrations rather than damaging the house.

Did I ever mention how much I hate bio? That 7 months after her departure we are still dealing with the repercussions. That for the rest of my children's lives the poison she has inflicted them with will continue to seep out when you least expect it.