oh no, he wasn't good.

3:30 comes and i am calming myself down so we can have "the talk" when he gets off the bus. only, he doesn't get off the bus. now it's 3:45. still no j.

so i call.

"oh no mrs d. we told you he would be staying."

"oh no (now gritting my teeth so hard i am in pain) you said you were checking and would call me by 2:30 if he had to stay today and if you had faculty to cover. i gave you my cell phone number and have been waiting."

"oh, i am sure that we told you" (in that happy sing-songy "i work with kids" voice)

so now it's 4:00. i have to pick him up at 4:30. it's a 35-45 minute trip without traffic. i have no gas in the truck. c has to come with me. i am shaking so badly i am crying. and my stomach? we won't even go there...

and did he accomplish all his work during this little stint in after-school detainment? nope. so now we are having the battle to end all battles over homework at home.

i still have to go to the grocery store, shell out $200 bucks for meds, and make some form of dinner.

then....drinks are on me folks and they will be plentiful.

damn mets better not suck tonight that's all i have to say. because at this point i am not above flying (or stomping) out to AZ and beating them senseless just because.