Why don't I live at the beach? Why isn't this my daily view?
It's always so sad to leave our vacation. Even if it did pour the first three days, it was fabulous. Adam and Elizabeth slept until noon each day and Jacob wasn't even there. Life was good.
I am trying so hard to stay away from him but it's hard when he follows me within six inches and screeches inappropriate words and hasn't changed clothes in a week...the smell, my lord the smell.
But my mother needs a break and there were things he needed to accomplish here: thank you notes, college assessments, chores. I would love to say he got right on that but, no. We need to pay some fees to the glorified community college but he refuses to sign the agreement that allows us to access his account. You know, because he's an adult and he doesn't want us in his business. WHO came up with this shit? I mean, how many just graduated seniors do you know that just have that money lying around to get it done? Of course, I realize most of these adults are actually adults and know that if they want to succeed they need to pass the baton to THE PERSON WITH THE MONEY, but I live with a man-toddler who just wants to be an ass about it. Yes, yes, I should let him fail BUT THAT IS WHAT HE WANTS. If I don't pay, he doesn't go and HE DOESN'T WANT TO GO. If he doesn't go, HE STAYS HERE and that is exactly what he wants. His "Gap Year", his lazy time, his sit-on-his-ass-and-do-nothing-because-he-deserves-it. Yes, I could stop myself right here and let it go but then I get to spend the next year doing the same shit I have been trying to get away from for the past 18. I really, really hate the person who came up with the stupid agreement.
I want to go back to the beach. Live there. My sister is moving there. Maybe I will go with her. Do you think she could support my gap year?
Last Friday was a shit show. To cut it short: I asked for his college email password so I could complete the housing requirements and he held me at a six hour stand off about it. He was unmedicated, of course, but it was crazy.
FYI if you do not yet have college age kids: Once they turn 18 NO college will deal with you without permission from the 18 year old CHILD. If you have a spring birthday, get it all done while YOU can still do it yourself.
Anyway, at about the five hour mark I got in the car (after I located my spare car keys because he thought it would be cute to hide mine) and drove to the Justice of the Peace office (like stupid cop man told me) and procured the previous eviction papers. I brought them home, told him he could relinquish the password within five minutes or I was filing those papers. Amazing how quickly he could find it then. I still haven't heard back from the housing people but, whatever. My vacation is coming up and I am not thinking about ANY of it until I return.
I did that.
The screaming and griping and you-don't-know-what-you-are-talking-about-just-let-me-sign-up-for-the-easy-stuff, here we are four years later. He finished high school with THREE endorsements. I don't really know what that means but it looks better than not having it, am I right? I do know here in Texas he needs one endorsement to graduate. Look at me overlapping those classes!
And that was after he insisted on three years of a PE credit (only needed one).
It was confusing, all of it was, but I think now I have it all figured out. Now that he's done. I'll be ready for Adam and Elizabeth.
He did graduate. He didn't actually pass precalculus but his teacher went to WVU and spotted him two points. I still don't know how I feel about that. He didn't earn it so shouldn't take it but at the same time? It's time to move on.
Suprisingly enough, I bawled my head off through most of it. YES. I still need him to move out. I still need some peace away from him. I still need a new normal. BUT. I cried and cried for what could have been. No parent should feel such fear and stress from her child and if I am feeling it, he likely is as well and I feel shame and guilt and frustration that I could not raise him any better than I did. I tried, every day I tried, but I didn't do a good job. I failed him. I failed us. I cry in the hope that he can rise up and overcome and love the rest of his life most likely far away from us.
And if I cried so hard at JACOB's graduation? I will need to stay home and watch Adam's online. I cried yesterday dropping him off at the high school for his first football practice. NOT. READY.
That's the forced keep-from-crying smile. My sister also told me an hour prior to this that they were moving back to Florida at the end of the summer. Suffice it to say I cried a lot on Sunday. And Monday. Today is Tuesday and so far, so good. Jacob went to his grandparents for the next two weeks and is apparently attempting to take his drivers test and I am packing and preparing for the best. week. ever. while also getting ready for my summer preschool job. We are moving into a new chapter, all of us.
The 34 pictures from every angle and every step to the stage as your child receives the Best Student Ever? I don't want to see that. The thousands of cords breaking your kid's back in his graduation gown? I don't want to see that. The fistsfull of awards? Nope not that either. I just do not give one fucking shit about that. Yes, I know it's your Facebook page and you can post whatever you want on it and I encourage you to do so, just know I scroll right past or in certain cases I have blocked you altogether.
You would think after YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS of my children barely scraping by I would be used to this but you know what?....it just gets worse. Every year I think THIS will be his, his, and her year. Please sweet Jesus remind me in August that it will NEVER be their year. My kids have no passion for anything. They are not smart. They do not care about others and they have no character to speak of. I know this because they have no awards for it. I guess in a way it's a good thing because I can go to the bar and have drinks with my friends on awards night. Well, I could only in theory because my friends are all at school watching their own kids get awards.
One of my children is failing the 12th grade at the finish line because he has a point to prove and another one is failing math and has to go to summer school because instead of turning in her homework papers we spend hours a night doing SHE THROWS THEM AWAY. My other child doesn't want to do sports anymore because he has to be at the school all summer at 7 am and ain't nobody got time for that.
Where do you get those children who have drive and ambition? I want to exchange mine.
I hope all your Facebook pictures make you feel like a fantastic parent because they should. All they do for me is make me contemplate foster homes for mine because, obviously, this is something I did.
I am 50 years old. I give no more fucks.
I refuse to throw out all that touchy feely shit about my lazy children, how I am proud of them no matter what because, you know what? I am not. If that makes me a bad parent then I am a bad parent. All three of these children could do so much more than what they are doing they just refuse to do it. Where will this lead them? The best I can hope for is skate by and be average and I would be OKAY with that but they could excel. Why won't they?
What they tell me is, "Why bother?" The same kids win the same shit every year. If you don't start out winning in first grade you never win. I watch my preschool parents retain their perfectally capable and smart children because they want them to be farther ahead of the others so they can win the awards (no joke).
Don't be expecting any pictures of my children this month. While your children have been busy getting every single award every year, my kids' motivation and esteem fell until they no longer want to attempt because it hurts less when you lose and you don't try. Trust me. Next year I won't even try.
I don't know what I did to deserve this, I have always thought of myself as a pretty decent and good person, but apparently I pissed off the universe sometime, somewhere.
I give. I'm done.
My husband had a Boy Scout event on Saturday so he was gone all day. In case you aren't aware, we had two Boy Scouts for a while, they quit. My husband keeps going. Of course he does. If he is there, he doesn't have to be here. This happens almost every weekend. I BEG him not to leave me with him and he just chuckles. He is not as awful to him as he is to me and I am Jacob's target. He attempts to pit him against me through lies and when I tell him Jacob did XXX and then Jacob gives him Yes, Sir, No Sir, he gives me the side-eye. Years. Years of this.
Jacob started screaming at 9:54 because "It is 6 fucking AM I shouldn't have to empty a dishwasher before daylight!" and kept going. Anytime I attempt to get help from my husband his response is to call the cops. Everytime. This time I didn't even call him. I called the police. The short version of this story is the cops were complete assholes and actually had him record them telling him that until he graduates we are legally obligated to him and CANNOT kick him out.
Seriously. They seriously did that.
The cop in October told us we could evict him at 18. I guess that is not a thing.
Also, you need to go through the local government to have him evicted and he has thirty days after the forty-five days it takes to complete the eviction process. He has squatter's rights.
Today, he missed the bus.
A solid hour of stomping, cussing, slamming doors, throwing things, beating on the other kid's doors, spitting, splashing toilet water, peeing on the floor. The three of us locked in our rooms. My husband, of course, is at work. He would never behave that way if he were here.
When I finally "get up" since I need to get these other kids dressed and out the door, he bellows at me that I need to "get my ass up and take him to school". Oh yes! Let me get on that! I said no. Act Two commenced.
So here we are. He can walk to school. He walks home every day. He just won't because my lazy ass should be driving him. He called my husband, of course, told him a bunch of lies so that guarantees our evening should be just as pleasant as our morning. I guess he'll stay here all day long cussing and screaming and destroying whatever he can whenever he wants because I was told specifically the police could not help me. I told them he might kill us one day and that bald ass fuck just shrugged.
I am done. I am just fucking done. I do not know where to go from here. I just know I cannot continue. This "child" is never going anywhere. He won't graduate now because he knows he can live here forever if he doesn't. He doesn't have to work, doesn't have to contribute, doesn't have to pay bills, he just stays here every fucking single day of his life and abuses us and is allowed to do so. If he were my husband those cops would be encouraging me to leave, it's my child so now I can't? AND I need to work and support him?
I understand the desperation suicidal people feel. You feel trapped with no one to turn to and no where to go and the complete and utter unhappiness just buries you. I try. I try to fix this. Everyday I try to fix this. Everyday of the past 18 miserable years but it never gets better. At least before I always had an out. I knew the day would come that we did not need to keep him here, something to look forward to (and I realize that looking forward to the day you kick your child out is pretty perverse), and now.....it's not there. Our sentence has been extended.
It will never end. I have been given life without parole. And I don't even know what I did.
I got a call on Friday that was cutting it out: "Son...office....truancy." I was on my morning walk. I ran home.
So apparently Adam has been leaving his coveted office aide class early since January and on Friday they finally got tired of it.
Maybe I should have dealt with it, huh? I would have been all over that if KNEW ANYTHING ABOUT IT.
I mean, seriously. We go from he's-such-a-good-kid-we-felt-a-warning-was-sufficient to in school suspension in twenty minutes. Grrrr......
This is the same school that wouldn't allow him to attend a field trip because he had a library fine and when I brought to their attention that we could not find notification of a fine ANYWHERE I was told the government shutdown kept them from doing that. O-K.
Adam deserves punishment for disobeying their directions. I am not disputing that at all. In fact, I really didn't dispute anything because my first instinct when I returned that call was to cry and tell some woman I have never met, "NOT THIS ONE TOO". All I could think was what have we done? Why do we have TWO of them? Why can't my children behave? Can life expectancy be 50 again? I might have even said these things out loud. Could be why she suggested some outside psychiatric help for me........LOL.....I have some! Thanks!
So anyway, my children both come home and they are loud and using their hands to tell me what happened that morning and, you know what? I got a completely different story from them. I know, I know, you're thinking they didn't do it yada, yada, yada. That wasn't what I got. From them I got some story about Adam having Elizabeth's ID tag and the librarian (the one who couldn't send library notices due to the shutdown) noticed and sent Adam to the office and then got Elizabeth out of class to get her ID and instigated some showdown between the two accusing Adam of stealing her ID. Adam's story is he picked hers up on the way out the door which I do believe because I have asked him to take hers to her before and he's refused because he doesn't want to be caught dead with it. The librarian's story was he was trying to pull a prank by buying a dance ticket with her ID (she already had a dance ticket).
Elizabeth says he pulled out his phone and the principal put her hands on the counter and said, "That's it, you have ISS" Adam says he pulled out the phone to call me for his ID because the librarian kept asking where was his ID. Elizabeth was coddled and patted on the head and sent back to class and Adam was sent immediately to the ISS room and that was when I got the half-phone call.
I relayed the story I got and they were both confused.
Why wasn't this woman forthcoming if she felt he was being disrespectful and just say, "Adam was being disrespectful therefore he has an in school suspension" I mean, TWO DAYS SUSPENSION for taking your phone out? OR TWO DAYS SUSPENSION for leaving class early?
Either way, I think the punishment is excessive since this is the first I have EVER heard about him being a problem in any way. Now he misses the eighth grade trip, an athletic field trip, and he sure won't be getting that character award at the end of the year.
BUT. I said nothing. I thought at the time he was clearly skipping class and deserved the punishment, now I am not so sure. I feel like I was played. I called yesterday to get the full story and (surprise) haven't heard back.
He served his suspension and all it's done to him is make him hate school, distrust adminstrators, and lie in bed depressed as soon as he returns home.
I know everyone has seen all about Aunt Becky and Lynette Scavo's cheating their children's way into college. I can't remember how to link to anything, so you can google it if you've been on a long vacation on a desert island.
It's terrible. It's unfair. It's really, really obnoxious, but you know what? If I had $500,000 to toss around, I can't say at this point in my life I might not do the same thing.
Barring a miracle, Jacob won't be going to college. He did finally bring up his SAT score to something pretty respectable. We paid plenty of application fees. We paid even more fees to have his scores sent to said schools because "I just didn't feel like plugging those in on the stupid SAT". We paid even more fees to have his transcripts sent to five schools that have dorms and he was accepted to three that we know of. We should all be rejoicing right now because he should be going to a good school without having to pay a dime and we and our little children could breath a smile of relief knowing this daily turmoil would soon be coming to an end.
Oh, but no, that's not happening. Jacob decided he wanted to go a community college down the street and told those other schools he wasn't interested.
Community college = lives at home
He doesn't have a drivers license and is no longer interested in getting one. Guess who would have to drive him to school like a freaking preschooler.
That's if he can still even get into that one. He hasn't completed one assignment at all this last nine weeks period. He is failing everying except his three theatre classes but he's coming close with those. He is convinced he doesnt' have to supply them a final transcript. We are idiots you know.
I have no idea what is going to happen. I don't think he is going to graduate. We told him he had until April 15 to bring his grades up and affirm to one of the sleep away schools that he would be a student there or we were kicking him out on June 15. . He pretty much gave us the finger and told us to try.
I seriously have to wonder if all these rich people had kids they could no longer live with. I fully expect Adam and Elizabeth to gain entry to the college of their choice (or a backup) on their own mertis. They have to learn to do for themselves and if they want it, they will work for it. Jacob, I wish to all that is holy that there was something we could do to pull up at some school (preferably far away) and drop him off and leave him there. He can't go to the military because of his medications. All I see in his (and our) future is a 40 year old loser mooching off our dime and doing absolutely nothing while continuing to treat us shabbily. My anxiety is so amped up right now just anticipating this shit show I seriously ponder my desire to live, at least here, with him.
I don't know, if I had $500,000 I don't think I'd rule it out. If you had any idea what it's really like in our house, you might not even judge me.
All my life I thought I'd be the perfect mother. I even majored in it. I aced all the child development classes I took toward my degree in, wait for it, Early Childhood Development and Elementary Education.
And then they were born. First Jacob, who is 8, then Adam, who is 4, and our biggest surprise, Elizabeth who is 2.
As much as I really wanted to be, I am finding out I am no June Cleaver. For starters, The Beav never had a baby sister.