Return to Madness 213/365

So I'm officially bonkers again. After the Steampunk meetup I was sitting here in the computer room and I kept hearing these strange bumping noises. I got up a couple of times and peeked in at Dakota asleep in his recliner in the living room and at Jack in the bed. I decided it must be Jack tossing and turning again so I let it go.

Fast forward to midnight. Jack's phone rang. I looked at the number. Jennifer/Dalton...whatever... let it ring...Five minutes later it ran again so I answered it thinking maybe it was something serious. Yeah right. It was Dalton wanting to know where Dakota was. Uh, school night, he's in bed. He said "He was supposed to meet me and he didn't and his window isn't open so I know he didn't leave but he's not there" WHAT!?! Yes, he IS here. He insisted I go check, because he didn't believe me. I did...I knew he was back there because he had just got up and went to bed after I turned all the lights on and turned the TV loud to Project Runway (HA!). I told Dalton he was indeed in bed asleep then told him not to call here at midnight anymore. Then I walked my happy ass out to check the window...yep open just a crack. Hmmmm...could it be that Dalton was the one making  the noise earlier?

Dang...now I had to pee. I went to the bathroom and about peed straight down my leg. The freaking screen to the window had been punched all the way in towards the shower stall. We had the window open since it was so nice out. I saw RED!!! The little bastard attempted to come in the bathroom window! I am so gonna pop a cork to Jack tomorrow.....

Calmed down, sat back down, picked up knitting, settled in to watch the cat fights between designers.

Saw Dakota's light come on, his door open and him standing there looking at me. he turned and went into the bathroom and came right back out. As soon as he shut his door I hopped up and went in...Yep he "Fixed" the screen. No way Jose. I "RE-FIXED" it the way it was and woke Jack up. I went back outside and behold, the window is now WIDE OPEN! I knew Dalton was in the room with Dakota. Too many coincidences. Jack didn't want to get up but I told him (very loudly) GET UP OR I'M CALLING THE POLICE! I showed him the window, told my story of weird noises and phone calls and he tried to get into Dakota's room. Locked...hmmmm interesting. Popped the lock and wow Dakota had gone soundly back to sleep in the course of two minutes with me shouting right next to his room. Unlikely.

A few minutes later the neighbor's dog went nuts so we figured Dalton had made his escape. Once again I kicked myself for not moving the cactus over in front of the window to give him a little surprise when he fled. Evidently I don't think well at 1 AM under stress.

Jack jumped Dakota's case again this morning. After he left for school (yeah right...whole other rant there per the calls from counselling saying he has been absent most of the week) we proceeded to lock his windows and take the window cranks off just like we did when Marena still lived here and she was pulling her crap. It was satisfying even though we know it will be for naught sooner or later. Jack already has a new plan up his sleeve involving camouflage clothing and shadows and blah blah blah...I can't divulge too much ya understand...

If you are wondering why we don't just make Dakota go live with his mom, we need him here to keep our state benefits until Jack gets back to work again. After that I foresee a long and quite life without him.

CSPD 140/365

I got my call from the police, just not the police I called. Officer Laurich, who works at Wasson HS, called about Dakota's shenanigans. The teacher is filing harassment charges. Dakota can fess up and go to Teen Court or he can act ignorant and go to Real Court Downtown.I can hear it now..."I didn't do anything". Right. That's not what a bunch of eye witnesses say.

The plot thickens.

I asked if I could file trespass  charges against Dalton if he shows up again...YES! Can I call 911 in good faith if Dakota goes berserk......YES!!!

I am stuck home tomorrow playing Warden. I got stuff to do so it's ok, but I am indeed going to Territory Days Saturday in my Steampunk outfit. WOOOOOOT!!!!!

Battle Halley 138/365

I needed to get my spare keyboard out of the hard shelled suitcases I gave to Dakota to use as a TV stand. I moved the TV and happened to look to my right when I reached for the top suitcase. Uhhhh yeah those are my knitting needles. Twisted and bent to hell. Tips covered in resin from a pipe (remember he got suspended for coming to school high). I see RED.


I looked around and found another no no. Candles. In two windows. Picture Jack saying this on two separate occasions..."No candles, you have no need for them. I said no candles, do you understand?"


Now I am doubly mad. I took the suitcases, I took the quilt off the wall I put there 4 years ago. I took Jack's Cars DVD, I took Jacks Lady Antebellum CD, I took Dakota's porno DVD. 

I locked myself in my studio, called the juvenile dept. at the police station (second time I've called, still no call back...your tax dollars at work. If something bad happens to me I want all of you to call News Channel 11 KKTV and tell them I tried to get the police here about this) and waited for the little creep to come home from school.

He went absolutely insane. I mean screaming, door slamming, stomping insane. Over a TV stand , a quilt and a porno movie. Maybe it was the candles. I quietly called Jack and told him to come straight to my room when he got home and yes it would be locked so have key in hand.

Jack came home FINALLY and Dakota starts screaming I ripped him off. I showed him my knitting needles and said you started it and I only took back what was already mine except for your stupid porno movie.

Today I finally realized what Dakota did to get back at me. My phone charger by the coffee pot is gone as is my mom's makeup bag that was in the bathroom. I had hidden everything else, all knitting needles, all candles (hee hee). I'm really pissed about the make up bag. The makeup I actually use is in a different bag but hey it was my dearly departed mother's, ya know? I'm off to hide the real make up and my curling iron. I should probably grab my meds too.

It's war.

Maybe....If I hit my head against the wall enough, it will all go away 125/365

I slept through a total of four phone calls from the dean of students this morning. When I got up and called him back I got bad news. Seems my darling stepson showed up to school reeking of marijuana and stoned out of his mind. Oh, imagine that. Didn't I already complain about this to you sir? Needless to say he's suspended for 5 days and supposedly grounded to his room. Oh good goody. More time for me to not get anything done. I can't work under these conditions.

Grrrrrrrrrrrr.

I'm Too Old For This Crap 112/365

#1 TEENAGERS

#2 PMS

#3 DEALING WITH TEENAGERS WHILE EXPERIENCING PMS

#4 DEALING WITH TEENAGERS WHILE EXPERIENCING PMS WHILE NOT BEING ABLE TO BUY FABRIC, YARN OR BEADS FOR RELIEF