Mothers day...

Bloggers this started out as one the absolute best mothers Days I have ever had.  no, not one of the best, THE best.  Maybe topped only by the one I spent pregnant with Jovaughn and got my very first mothers day card.  I got a dress, jewelry, a pretty pink bear, and cards that were really nice and best of all, this was the first year that I didn't give them the money to buy my gifts!  I didn't fund my own mothers day this year.

As my Facebook status said it all, I was in a tiggertastic, wonderfic, terrifical mood.  And yes, I did make up the words because I was just that happy.

Went to church and found out that after I had dressed down to go sit in the nursery like I do on second Sundays that the nursery was closed but that was no big deal I still looked good and the music in church today was freaking banging.  I mean it was off the hook and I don't usually say that about church music.  But it was slamming...

I got a slight headache towards the middle of church but even that was not a huge deal because our organist has a bit of a me complex and without my earplugs I get the headache.  I went outside it was copacetic.

When Church was over we went up to Concord for dinner and bloggers this is where things went wrong.  Dinner was good that wasn't the problem.  It was at dessert.  I don't know what it is about mass dining restaurants like Golden corral and Ryans but something in the chocolate cake always makes Jovaughn's stomach upset.  The strange thing, every time we go he gets something chocolate, like he's glutton for punishment.  Every time I say something to him and every time he swears he'll be okay and every time he's blows up the bathroom so bad we have to spray air freshener in the OTHER rooms just to be in them.

Well this time, he went up for dessert and came back with a slice of cake so damn big I'd be surprised that there was any left on the serving plate.  I told him we go through this every time and this time I wasn't going to do it, that he needed to put it back,  I pretended not to notice that he rolled his eyes.  He couldn't be that stupid to do that in public... Not my son...

But Mommy came in on the end of the conversation and saw the cake and put her veto on it which is to say I suggested he put the cake back, she Demanded he put the cake back.  She then got up to help the girls.  Jovaughn managed to slip past me when he got his next plate and when I looked over he was forking TWO chocolate brownies with chocolate frosting on top.  Seriously??  He put back triple chocolate cake for double chocolate brownies...  Seriously??   I calmly looked over and said he was bringing this on himself and just to be clear I did not have the car tonight and I was not calling an ambulance because his lactose intolerant ass was eating so much milk chocolate.  Again my mom came in at the end of the conversation and she called him out.  I had refused to call him out aside from telling him I wasn't calling an ambulance because I absolutely refused to ruin my mothers day.  I just wouldn't. 

You see he has been doing this for almost two years now.  Whatever I say goes in one ear and totally out the other.  No regard for what I say at all.  If I tell him to clean his room, he shoves everything in his closet and goes about his business.  If I saw wash your ass, he uses a wet paper towel.  If I say put your deodorant on, he put on the minimalist amount and goes about smelling like a heard of elephants that rolled in their own filth.  One time he actually smelled so musty we had to roll the windows down in the car.  If I remind him to change his underwear he might, but it's a toss up on whether or not he'll put yesterdays underwear on or clean ones.  I say take a shower, he wets his arms legs and head with a washcloth while running the shower water so I think he;s taking a shower. 

And rightly enough, my mother had enough of the disrespect for me today.  He broke that last straw on her back today and she called him on it and that little fucker... yes I said it... rolled his eyes.  Well he got called on that too with then caused him to turn on the "I'm so hurt" waterworks.

He cried.  Can you believe that?!?!?  HE cried.  At this point I sent him out of the restaurant cause again.  I'm not ruining my mothers day.

We get home and he promptly goes off.  I said to him do not come back in here until it's time to come home.  I also said do not bring your friends over, because I don't want anyone here.  He came in three times for water, one time in an attempt to come home (And sleep as it turns out because he got up at four am to watch a beyblade movie on netflix...) and the final time he came home I said fine and two minutes later his friend shows up.  To which i said, no you need to go home.  He said he couldn't because his dad just took his mom out to dinner and Jovaughn had told his parents that he could stay at my house till they got back. 

I sucked it up only because I didn't want him wandering the streets but as soon as it started turning dark I made him leave.

At eight, Jovaughn asked if he could go to bed.  Keep in mind that he smells like the afore mentioned elephants.  I told him no he stank and he needed to take a shower.

He rolled his eyes at me.

This time my back broke.  I threw the first thing I could find at him with unfortunately for me was a can of frosting.  My poor frosting.  Then i beat him with my hands since the frosting coing at his head had stunned him long enough for me to catch his ass.

I can't do this.  I don't want to send the boy to live with his father because one, I would lose my house because my three bedroom hangs on three kids.  Two I would have to fight to get him back and three he treats me now the same way his father did then so how is sending him to the prime example doing a lick of good?

Adding the problems with the boy to the fact that with each passing day I grow lonlier and lonlier makes me soak my pillow with tears every night.  I mean it, for the last few weeks, even if I have a good phone conversation and take my melatonin, I still cry myself to sleep.  It's a huge weight on me and I don't know how much I can do it.

Forgive me bloggers but sometimes... sometime I just want to wait until they are asleep, pack a bag, lock the door and walk away.  I want to just go away and not be mommy.  To not have to have eyes rolled at me or to be ignored, or treated like the maid or cook.  TO not have to answer asinine questions to just be me.  I never got to live my twenties.  I was forty by the time I was twenty two.  I never got to just have fun without responsiblities. 

I want that.  God help me, I want that.  I want to laugh with someone.  I want to go out with someone.  I want someone to like me.

Thats what I want.  I want a man to like me.  I want him to like me after he finds out I have three kids.  I want to go out on a date.  I even want to go out and get drunk and wake up with someone in my bed.  Even if it's a Coyote Ugly morning, I want it.

Enough pity party.  I can't let this beat me more than it has.  I can't.

Sorry, bloggers.  I know I don't come here often as I should and when I do theres always something wrong but I try.  I actually intended to come here and tell you about my wonderful day but then it all went wrong.  Well not all.  I refuse to let this taint the whole day.  I refuse.

Le Sigh...

Single and blogging is going to go eat some ice cream and just roll through the tears.  They'll come.  They always come.

As my friend Carrie says...

Fuck me running with a chainsaw...

Man, so we know about the issues with the phone, I think.,.. Here's a recap...

The ex gave me his HTC incredible.  It's an awesome phone and I only know this because I mentioned that I had a friend of a friend that was willing to buy it off me and he said if I wasn't going to use it, he was going to have it unlocked for another line.  Well, shit man, WTF, I gave it a try.  I began Sunday last factory resetting it and guess what, I am so farking glad I didn't go behind the boys back and sell it anyway because honestly the thing would have lost me a friend before he even was my friend and quite possibly  the friend who is the friend in between because the shit just refused to factory reset. 

Except once.

That one glorious time it finally reset and I got all my stuff on it and OMG.  No wait that deserves to be written out... Oh MY GOD!!!  I love this phone.  And then the other shoe flew across the room.  After four days of trying I couldn't get my face book to sync to the farking phone.  I did every single thing known to man and perhaps Verizon to get this thing to sync.

Little aside here, I'm ther person that doesn't actually know her contacts numbers by heart.  I love that my phones sync to my face book and their picture pops up.  This past week I was in contact hell because every single text was like "uhm..." and every call... well we don't really want to know the dilemma  I faced as to whether or not to answer...

So I took it to a Verizon store in Roanoke Rapids where I was last weekend.  OMG.  The woman there... I wanted to snatch that damn butterfly out of her hair and make her eat it hair and all.  I said, "My phone doesn't sync to my Facebook." Her response was, "If I do a factory reset, it'll erase everything on your phone." First pff, I said nothing about a factory reset. So I said, "No it won't Trust me I know this."  She looked me dead in the eye and said "Ma'am that's what a facotry reset does... resets the phone to factory condition." I replied. "I know what a factory reset is SUPPOSED to do but trust me, I'm pretty sure that the HTC factory did not issue this phone with an alarm set for 6:35 am M-F to labeld school and to the tune of 'DJ got us Fallin in Love."

This is where things started to turn ugly.  The warning lights were activated and all sensible people started offering chocolate and rum to appease the beast that was trying hard to stay asleep inside me.

"Then you're not doing it right."  This is what she said.  with a sneer. 

**How many of you have kept track of my phones??  How many of you know that altogether, I have had about eleven smartphones??"****

So now we're completely off the subject of Facebook not syncing to my phone I dared her to factory reset my phone.  She didn't rise to the challenge just yet.  She decided to uninstall Facebook and re install it.  Whe it suddenly popped up she said, "There it's working now."  To which I replied "I never said the app wasn't working I said it wasn't syncing to my contacts."  To which she replied (as she pulled out her phone) (Well that's only on some phones that it does that.  See, it doesn't sync them on mine."

I was very quiet when I said. "You have a blackberry, I have an incredible.  First off you really shouldn't work here if you can't tell that they are by two different makers.  Second off, ALL smartphones sync your contacts to twitter, and facebook and maybe a few other apps.  That's one of their huge selling points."  She realized she might have made me a little perturbed but that didn't stop her... oh no...  THEN she says. "Well let me do a factory reset and you can start from scratch."  To this I smiled and told her to go ahead.

Bloggers that bitch did the exact same thing I have been doing for an entire week and when my lock pattern came up she was so thoughroly confused that she had no idea how to proceed except to let the most heinous words ever to come out of a VZW reps mouth fall. "I don't know what you did to this phone, but the fact that it won't factory reset now voids your warranty."

The beast woke up.  She woke up roaring.  I won't put the EXACT words used here, but the jist of the tirade was that she was untrained, stupid, a bitch, and that I wanted to talk to someone that knew a phone from the crack in their ass.  And that's the nice version.

The guy at the end sudden'y spoke up and said he had an incredible maybe he could help.  She went over there and told him that I came in because the facebook app wasn't working....

Scroll up... Is that what I said when I came in there???

I corrected her and told the guy what the real problem was.  He tried for five whole minutes before he AND his manager said that it was a phone problem and I needed a new one.  The woman pipes in that because I didn't buy the phone from the company my warranty was void and I didn't have the insurance to get another one.  I corrected her again and said that I did because I always get the insurance on smartphones.

Now I've pissed her off as badly as she's pissed me off only she decides that she can do something about it.  She says hang on a second and takes my phone in the back.  When she comes out a whole five minutes later she says the tech guys want me to do the system update on the phone and charge my battery before coming back.  When I brought the phone in there the battery was full.  The system was up to date.  Now it was sudden'y six months behind.  SO I took it and left as there was nothing left that I could do that wouldn't get me locked up for assault and maybe murder.

That night, slowly but surely my phone gave me the equivalent of the blue screen of death on a computer.  Every app died, every text got sent back, every phone call was dropped.  SO I got on my moms phone and called Verizon wireless's customer service.

For forty five minutes the woman on the phone and I walked through a more detailed factory reset and she concluded that my phone was hosed.  And they ordered a new one set to arrive on Monday.

Well Fedex decided that Monday was wrong and it would be Tuesday instead.  no biggie  I coped, I dealt.  This morning the nice Fed Ex man brought me my new phone and even was nice enough to wait for me to switch out the stuff and put the old one in the box and send it off with him.  He was very nice.

It was after he drove away that I put together the new one only for it not to even get past the boot screen that says HTC incredible.

Drove all the way up to Concord to the big store and let the guy fiddle around with the phone.  HE got it to load but it still cut off and rebooted EVERY TIME.  So he's ordered me a new phone that should be here tomorrow.  Only problem is I don't know when I'll be back home tomorrow because tomorrow is my moms Surgery.

Yay, my life is wonderful...

I'm going to cause mass casual damaged to my cupboard.  I think tonight might just be cupcake night...

Single and blogging is back to her old Droid.  Such a tease...

So hate my son's school...

And those of you that read me whenever I actually decide to post a blog now that I'm not one to use the hate word and mean it very often...

But I hate my son's school.

So we covered the bullying thing, didn't we?  If not here's a recap.  Since September the kids at the middle school have chosen Jovaughn to torment.  One day he's fat.  One day he's smelly.  One day he's anything they want him to be.  The boy has come home with torn clothing, fat lips, bloody cuts and even a sprained shoulder.  I have been contacting the school with phone calls, notes, and emails.  TO no avail.  They didn't answer me.

Then Jovaughn came home near tears one day.  He'd been slapped at the bus stop and one of the boys caught it on video on his cell phone.  He later showed it to Jovaughn and told him it was going up on YouTube.  Well after searching YouTube and not finding anything I called the school... again... and this time I was understandably mad.  I told them that if they did not call me back and handle this situation, I would be standing at the next school board meeting to complain about the school and that if I ever found the video on YouTube I was going to sue the school for exploiting a child.  It was a far reach but it hit home.  They called me back.

She said that she was going to call Jovaughn down and have him write out a statement.  Well that was done and this afternoon she called me back.

She talked to one of the kids and even searched his cell phone and could not find the video.  She talked to his father and he said the boy didn't have acess to the internet through his phone (Hello, must not know much about cell phones and how the data can be transferred to a computer and uploaded from there...hmmm)  the other two kids didn't have the video on their phone. (I'm thinking in the three weeks since the incident, it might have been deleted)

So no action was taken except to tell the boys that if they keep up the bullying they will be punished.

I hate my son's school.  If I had a car I would so enroll him in another school....  I hate his school....

hate...

Single and blogging is stuck in a hate loop....