Thursday, December 30, 2004
Today? A little stressful.
I haven't had anything really interesting to write about since Christmas, seems like, but I'd been hesitating about griping about my ongoing feud with the mail carrier who is being all anal-retentive about our mail box lid. SHE claims it does not close enough to be "secure". I claim if she didn't pull on it like she was tugging the Queen Mary into dry dock, it wouldn't get instantly yanked back out of true every bloody time I fix it again! So she's held our mail hostage for a week. Bitch. I am currently in negotiations with the acting Postmistress as to exactly why my 12 year old developmentally delayed son can successfully shut the mailbox so it stays closed but this adult government employee cannot....
Basically not that gripping a topic, right? Right. So how's this one?
I got home from my errands to find that the caretaker with whom Mike's bio-mom resides had made several frantic calls while I was out. It seems Bio-mom was claiming a suddenly missing $100 bill went walkies the day after Christmas...IN MIKE'S POCKET!!!!!!!!
After Caro held me down until the exploding laser cannonballs stopped shooting out of my eyes and I was achieving three non-profane words in ten, I calmed down enough to return the call. I have to say, the caretaker was not totally in denial about what probably had really happened; she just understandably didn't WANT it to be true, and hoped her $100 was going to turn up in our laundry so we could all have a good laugh.
Bio-mom's story was that she showed Mike the bill when he was there delivering her Christmas present, and he put it in his pocket and took it away. She seems to have had no answer as to why she might have let him do this, and she totally forgot to mention that *I* was right there the whole time (about five minutes all told).
After I revealed MY presence at the non-scene of the crime, and insisted I would be more than happy to take a lie detector test to be sure Mike's good name was not officially blackened, the caretaker passed the phone to Bio-mom, and I regret to say I was pretty blunt about what I thought about this sorry attempt to escape punishment by pushing it off onto her child. Regret because she was abused and neglected as a child, and did not choose to become a sociopath with an IQ of 75 or so. If yelling at her was going to help at all, it already would have by now.
She did start changing her story about then, though, and I hope for the caretaker's sake that she hadn't yet gone out and spent the money. I don't know what happened over there after they got off the phone.
Afterwards I told Mike what had happened, on the off chance that he will need to go speak to the police or something. He was kind of upset, but we've always been as open as appropriate with him about the circumstances of his birth and adoption. He is familiar with the idea that his bio-mom loves his as much as she is able to, but no one taught her how to act right and she makes a lot of bad choices. She has let him down in minor ways before. I always knew some kind of major blow-out would happen eventually. Maybe it's good that it's something with only minor potential for serious problems for him, like this.
On the other hand, I didn't have to take delivery of my mother-in-law's ashes this morning like Damaris did (I COULDN'T HAVE!! MY MAILBOX IS NOT SECURE!!), so at least I can take comfort in knowing that ALL the weird stuff that happened in our locale today did not ALL happen to me.
Basically not that gripping a topic, right? Right. So how's this one?
I got home from my errands to find that the caretaker with whom Mike's bio-mom resides had made several frantic calls while I was out. It seems Bio-mom was claiming a suddenly missing $100 bill went walkies the day after Christmas...IN MIKE'S POCKET!!!!!!!!
After Caro held me down until the exploding laser cannonballs stopped shooting out of my eyes and I was achieving three non-profane words in ten, I calmed down enough to return the call. I have to say, the caretaker was not totally in denial about what probably had really happened; she just understandably didn't WANT it to be true, and hoped her $100 was going to turn up in our laundry so we could all have a good laugh.
Bio-mom's story was that she showed Mike the bill when he was there delivering her Christmas present, and he put it in his pocket and took it away. She seems to have had no answer as to why she might have let him do this, and she totally forgot to mention that *I* was right there the whole time (about five minutes all told).
After I revealed MY presence at the non-scene of the crime, and insisted I would be more than happy to take a lie detector test to be sure Mike's good name was not officially blackened, the caretaker passed the phone to Bio-mom, and I regret to say I was pretty blunt about what I thought about this sorry attempt to escape punishment by pushing it off onto her child. Regret because she was abused and neglected as a child, and did not choose to become a sociopath with an IQ of 75 or so. If yelling at her was going to help at all, it already would have by now.
She did start changing her story about then, though, and I hope for the caretaker's sake that she hadn't yet gone out and spent the money. I don't know what happened over there after they got off the phone.
Afterwards I told Mike what had happened, on the off chance that he will need to go speak to the police or something. He was kind of upset, but we've always been as open as appropriate with him about the circumstances of his birth and adoption. He is familiar with the idea that his bio-mom loves his as much as she is able to, but no one taught her how to act right and she makes a lot of bad choices. She has let him down in minor ways before. I always knew some kind of major blow-out would happen eventually. Maybe it's good that it's something with only minor potential for serious problems for him, like this.
On the other hand, I didn't have to take delivery of my mother-in-law's ashes this morning like Damaris did (I COULDN'T HAVE!! MY MAILBOX IS NOT SECURE!!), so at least I can take comfort in knowing that ALL the weird stuff that happened in our locale today did not ALL happen to me.
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