so i'm sitting here having the time of my life
i have so much work to do for the office it's not funny -- i'm carrying a bulging briefcase of papers that need to be dealt with back and from from home to work and back. and that's not counting my to do list.
there is so much that is behind at home it's scary -- bills and car payments and laundry and filing papers and cleaning out the fridge, and more i can't even write up.
my kids are arguing more frequently than not; i'm glad to see that my youngest is standing up for herself, at least.
my eldest won't even speak to me when she calls the house and i happen to answer the phone.
my son got caught with pot at school last month; 7 packages of it!! as usual, he got off with a slap on the wrist: a few days suspension and they let him back in. -- no expulsion. he got off with a $100 fine from the cops, and 10 hours of community service -- and a DARE program. how terrifying. that'll really scare him into obeying the law, right?
my son is batting aboutr 1,000 tonite; he had two friends stop by outside the house; he wanted to go outside to talk to them, and was furious when i told him he couldn't -- i told him, if you want to see your friends, they can come upstairs and come in the house like repectable people. buncha fuckin' stoners.
this is the 2nd time in two hours that i've been in tears about little nothings -- i hope to the Gods that this is PMS.
Honestly I am more concerned about his stealing last year than dealing pot- at least it wasn't heroin or meth or something. Here in CA, pot is damn near legal. Although selling it is frowned on. But possession...you wouldn't even get a fine I don't think. Don't get me wrong, I am concerned about his apparent dedication to a life of crime. First the stealing, now the dealing. He also isn't very good at it.
I'm stepping onto my soapbox, briefly. Interestingly enough, through Facebook I have reconnected with a number of high school friends. And what do you know, the small-time dealers from high school now have real lives and jobs and families. So there is definitely hope. Actually, there are very few people I know right now who don't use a bit of recreational pot or the occasional use of X. Maybe I'm getting more laid back in my old age. We don't generally get people coming into the Psych ER I work at, whose lives have become unmanageable because of pot. Alcohol, definitely. Crack, methamphetamines, heroin, for sure. Prescription medications are a big one we see a lot of abuse of. But honestly, these days I consider marijuana safer than alcohol. We never have to send people to the medical ER because their withdrawal from pot is becoming life-threatening. But it happens with alcohol withdrawal, daily. Personally, I would rather a teenager use pot than alcohol. I know it has insidious problems, including general lack of motivation. I'm more concerned with his violent behavior last month than the pot. Marijuana just makes you stupid.