A Single Daddy’s Blog

I am sure I am not the only one, when the perfect sequence of buttons are pushed I fly off the handle. It happens. And I did last Thursday. I am sure there was a better way to handle it, although I was faced with making a decision I was not comfortable with and even though I needed to make it, I was very upset about it. And when my past was thrown at me, I went over the edge. For all purposes, I am sorry. You know who I am writing this too, so I will leave it nameless, although I am sorry.

Last week and into this weekend has been pretty trying. I am sure God has a reason for it all, although I really dislike the drama that has been placed in my lap.

Last week, part of my past came back claiming to care about me, culminating in that ‘past’ person telling me I was not ‘allowed’ to write about them (on any blog) anymore and me telling them never to contact me again. Although I guess that was the best I could have expected. In the end, we never saw eye to eye and this way is probably better because we will live our lives and move forward. Well at least the person I am referring to will. I choose to go no where, although that is another story for another blog.

In other news, a neighbor, that I considered a close friend, and I have not been speaking to each other. I am still pretty hazy as to why, although I think I am ‘blind’ and that may be this neighbor’s whole issue with me. (I am summarizing generally.)

Then in a semi-related issue, the Assistant Principal at Anastasia’s school lied to me on Friday about a write-up, according to him, she never got. Although I have an email from the aide that wrote her up proving she was written up, and Anastasia telling me that she got written up for things she never did.

Now, let me be the first to say, I KNOW Anastasia lies, ALOT. I have been working with her on that. Although, why would the aide write me an email telling me they are ’sorry’ and they had ‘no choice’ other than to write her up? Then, that very day when Anastasia came home she told me the story with no prompting. She told me about how the Asst Principal called her to his office because of this write up, she said she didn’t do any of it, he called the student she supposedly ‘touched’ and that student told the Asst. Principal that Anastasia never ‘touched’ him. The Asst. Principal threw away the write up and sent Anastasia back to class. This all according to Anastasia.

Then, on Friday I go to the school and question the Asst. Principal about the write up and he tells me there was none.

Now again, I know Anastasia lies, although she lies to keep herself out of trouble, at least in her thoughts, that’s why she lies. In this case, Anastasia told me about the write up without me asking. If Anastasia had the slightest thought she would get in trouble she would have hid it like she does with EVERYTHING else. And I have an email from the aide. Yet the Asst. Principal denies it all.

Simple Answer: Something ain’t stirring the Kool-Aid at Anastasia’s school. And the Assistant Principal is definitely lying.

So, I am off to start my Monday. I had a rough weekend with Anastasia, she has decided to start giving me attitude on and off. So she was grounded most the weekend.

Anastasia got off the bus today with gum in her hair. Not cool.

Turns out, most of the kids on the bus like to make fun of her and few of her friends.

Today they were pouring water on her, throwing food at her and ultimately put gum in her hair.

If course she got off the bus crying and ran home. And as soon as she got there I ran to the bus, had the bus driver come outside and explain to me how this happened on his bus.

His response, “I drive the bus, that’s what MY job is.”

Of course this did not sit well with me. I called the bus dispatch and ultimately the director in charge of the busses for this area.

Oh, and yes, I was hot!

I am waiting to hear back from
the director and find out what she is going to do about this, because this is an every day occurance on this bus and it has to be stopped.

The school is K through 8, so there is already enough issues with control and the kids not mixing well, then add a non-attentive bus driver and all he’ll breaks lose every day.

I got enough emotions going on, I sure don’t need Anastasia having a horrible days also.

Oh, and by the way, Canola Oil works wonders for getting gum out of hair. Thanks to my sister for figuring that one out.

Anastasia has AIMS testing this week. I guess I should probably find out what AIMS stands for although I know it is academic testing for the children to find out how they rate among the rest of the country. I have heard that it also determines the amount of funding a school will get  the following year based on how well or how poor the children perform.

Guess I will do some research today. ;)

Today I got a text from my daughter while I was shaving. She wrote, “Friends, Can I bring my webkins to school today since we have a half day? Please, Please!”

I immediately wrote back to her with a simple, “Yes”

I thought about her text for a second after I sent my response and thought it was kind of an oxymoron that she was asking me ‘as a friend’ if she could bring her Webkins to school. I mean, clearly I needed to make a parental decision when I answered her.  I laughed to myself and continued my morning rituals of getting ready.

A little later on she sent me another text that said, “Ty, Ty, Ty, Luv you lots!” Her and I needed to have a talk.

When I saw her in the kitchen a little later I told her that it was kind of hard to be her friend when she is asking me permission to do something. She made that face I love, the one that tells me, “Oh yeah, you’re right.” She understood what I was saying. :)

Then I mentioned to her about the love text she sent. I explained that love is not something that changes simply because I do or do not let her do something. She got that too I think.

Oh yeah, and the purple and black striped tights are in the trash. She could not come up with the last time she wore them when I asked her. So little white lie resulted in the tights going in the trash. I really disliked those tights anyways. :)

Just not sure what Anastasia’s fascination is with these HALLOWEEN tights, although she typically asks once a week if she can wear them. I finally said yes to her today.

She told me she wore them before and in the rush to get out of the house this morning I didn’t ask her when, although that is on my list to talk to her about tonight.

I will post pictures when she gets home…..