I knew damned well that wasn’t the case. Why on earth would the kid want to return to the
place of his torture? I bet he is still
rocking in a corner some place; having nightmares at least – after all, I did
ask him to use a knife and fork on his bacon and eggs. Hell, he will probably require hours of
therapy for that down the track.
In the scheme of things, from a Harridan perspective, I
would think that this was the best possible outcome... This way, the kid could be handed over like a
batten in a hippy style relay; from one discipline ignorant, velvet wearing
mummy to another.
Similar hair (look at me, look how arty I am; I’ve got a red
streaky thing going on...); similar house environments (no garden, curtains
bunched up in windows, stuff lying around the yard). I can’t be sure, but I suspect more
vegetarians that feel penicillin is evil... I mean you don’t suddenly wake up
with those things resounding in your head.
Not unlike Kid 3 – that stuff is brain washed into you.
I don’t remember the younger kid but the one similar to Kid
3’s age was so obnoxious that I took an instant dislike to him when I met
him. In an effort to ensure he has good
self esteem, he has clearly been told over and over again, how wonderful he is. And the fool kid actually believes it.
When the Squeeze dropped the kid over there, he gave him a
$50 note in case they went anywhere. He
didn’t go anywhere but the note sure as hell didn’t come home. It would appear the younger kid over in
velvet land, decided he should have it.
And who cares if they are breeding obnoxious little thieves; as long as
they all feel good about themselves.
Will be interesting to see if it comes back...
Yesterday, we went to a family christening with Kid 1, 2 and
3 which was a big family event. The
Squeeze and I, in an attempt to help the baby grow with an appreciation for
good music and reading, purchased an old classic record, with the book ‘Treasure
Island’ as a card. We are nothing if not
original...
I found it amusing when Kid 1 and 2 were saying how good our
Easter dinner was that Kid 3 turned and accusatory glare on the Squeeze and
said: “you had something without me!” Got to admit, I was impressed when the Squeeze
fired back “you were invited last weekend; in fact it was our weekend and you
blew us off!” That shut him down rather
effectively.
All in all, we had a pleasant weekend but with all the
comings and goings, not a spare moment to ourselves. There has been no discussion, nor resolution regarding
the “great cutlery wars” which makes things difficult. I dislike leaving things up in the air and the
reality of life is that I don’t intend to put up with some kid being a smart
arse to me; nor do I like the idea of my partner allowing that.
The Harridan, finding it too difficult to rouse herself to
get the kid to school on time for his school camp, has arranged for him to stay
with us on Thursday and Monday night. I
in turn, have arranged for the Squeeze and the kid to stay at my daughter’s apartment. That way, the totally disorganised can get
ready in one location and us with precision organisation; can get ready for
work at home.
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Thanks. Better check it out but it should be up today!