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Take My Son. Please.2003-02-20 - 12:26 p.m. So Sunday night I'm in my bed wheezing and hacking up a lung around 8:30 when Cam comes in and asks if he can go shoot pool with Valerie. I told him no, because it was a school night. He said he didn't have school on Monday because it was President's Day. I told him he still couldn't go because I was going to be sleeping soon and wouldn't be able to wait up for him to get home. He seemed okay with that and left my room. So I wake up Monday morning still feeling like death. I called in to work and said I was staying home, made a pot of coffee, and began my morning of lying in bed watching CNN. Then around 6:25, I heard Cam get in the shower. I thought it was odd that he was up so early since he didn't have school, so I asked him about it. He proceeded to tell me that he did, in fact, have school, and that he was just "kidding" last night when he told me he didn't. Yeah, fine line between kidding and lying. Then yesterday I got a call from FoFY telling me that Cam did not have school Monday, and that he left our house, walked to the park, and then called grandma to come pick him up because he didn't want to stay home with me since I'd just "put him to work". Yeah. I'm pretty much at the end of my rope with the boy-child. There's plenty more I could tell ya, and y'all know I'm not holding out because I like to keep my private life private or anything, but I just don't have the time nor the energy to type it all out for ya. So anyway... Yeah - I stayed home from work on Monday. Felt like crap and didn't do anything all day. Didn't even take a shower, and I never do that. Ick. Then Tuesday, I went to work, but only till about noon. Yesterday I lasted the whole day, but felt like crap. So yesterday afternoon, Cam calls me when he gets home from school, and I let him know that I knew he didn't have school on Monday, etc... I told him he'd better not have anyone in the house with him. That's the rule, don'tcha know... He swore up and down no one was there. Well... MW showed up at my house around 4 or 4:30. Unannounced. He walked in to Cam and one of his friend's sitting at the table smoking. It was not a good night. I came home, gave Cam $15, and told him to go get a haircut. His hair's about shoulder length now, and I've told him that if he screws up one more time, it's getting cut. Of course by the time I got home, Cam and MW had been sitting at the kitchen table talking for quite some time. Calmly. When I came in and handed him the money, etc... He went off on me. Apparently, I'm a horrible mother, he's terrified of me, he does all the work around the house, I never compliment him, and I only see the bad in every situation surrounding him. Man, do I suck. So he left, then called me from his cell phone to yell some more. He finally came home around 9. Sans the haircut. I've absolutely no idea what to do with him anymore. And that's all I have to say about that. So MW and I went to Walgreen's for to purchase hairspray (for me, not him) and then we went to El Famous Burrito to get take-out for dinner. Get this... We only ate enough food for two people. We must really be sick. We didn't even snack on anything after dinner. We'll be svelte in no time at this rate. So we laid on the couch sniffling, wheezing, hacking, etc... We watched tv. We're very exciting. We also talked about how we'd really like to have sex - ya know since the house was empty and all - if it wasn't for the fact that it required energy, and I'd probably have to stop in the middle to grab my inhaler. I got nothin' else... Hasta! Looking back... Just Pix - 2005-02-08
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