Well today when Little Bear got off the bus, the driver was bent nine ways to hell saying that he’s not supposed to be riding the bus for the next three days and that I should have seen a letter or note or something about it. I’m supposed to sign it and send it back. I haven’t even seen it.
But he isn’t staying in his seat and he’s causing trouble for the driver. What I would like to know is why did he tell me he was good Friday and Monday? Little Bear didn’t got to school Tuesday so I know he couldn’t have earned a kick from the bus. So tomorrow I need to bring him in and speak with the office about it to find out what the hell is going on.
In other news… the dish machine died. Fucking awesome.
Dad triggered a flare by harping on Scholar Owl’s home schooling – as in this time he said something directly to my son. So of course when Mom got home she tried to bring it back up at dinner. I pulled their dismissal card on them. Yeah, I suck. I know. But I don’t know what else to do with this shit. It’s not their problem and not their fucking business. Even worse is it makes him feel like total shit every time it’s brought up. Seriously wishing we had done a med change of some kind with him at the last med clinic appointment.
First day of practice for Special Olympics today. Tuxedo Cat signed up for the Bocce team again, among other things. I was told he did very well at practice today. At least something is going well.
