Psyco-Bitch

Today sucked a big one.
I had my 9 o'clock, but my 9:30 didn't show.
The 2 hour cpr/aed course was almost 2 and a half hours. I had to push my client back (thank goodness she was a cool one)
I ran home, dropped off a free tv (sweet! I love hand me downs!) peed, ate half a bagel with turkey, let the dog out and got to xan's school @ 1:05.
Went into the pinata room (Fiesta days!) and threaded yarn through paper bags full of candy.
His special needs (education) teacher told me she had to send him to the principals' office today. He threw his marker at his high school tutor, refuses to do work, etc. There's no gray area with his child. There's either Xan the sweet child or Stan the f'in brat. He's giving me the same crap at home. I had to take away all his favorite toys, no tv, no video games this weekend and I have to scream like a f'in lunatic to get him to listen.

He wanted to leave with me at 2. It had to be 2, not 2:01. Meltdown @ 1:59.
"Xan, want to go with me? I have to leave to pick up Xavier"
No, I want to stay for the party.
"There's no party" Teacher chimes in "Xan it's 2, we leave in 15 minutes, there's no party. Tomorrow we're going to talk about when we're going to have our pajama party.
Xan "I don't know what to do....I want to stay for the party"
Xan. there is no party. (there are 16 7year old children staring at me) I have to leave or I'll get in trouble and they'll charge me for being late.
Xan is crying. I tell him again, he says he wants to stay. I get up, he's crying and the eyes follow me across the room. The eyes that say "Xan's mom is MEAN".
I ask him one last time. He gets up, still not convinced there's not a party.

I go ballistic on him in the car. Then I cry because I feel like I suck. It's a working Mom thing.
I pick up Xavier, and when I try to talk to him on the way home he says "Mommy you stop talking, you understand? Shut up."
Great. I must be getting the Hope diamond for Mothers' Day and they're making me earn it.

Client @ 6 cancells. Sweet.

My husband comes home, I'm annoyed with him over some business crap and my cell phone rings. It's some crazy bitch who is the director of the PUBLIC park I have my boot camps at and she tells me I can't have them there any longer unless I pay 30% to the county.
Oddly enough- she's going to start having her own camp at that time. I didn't really have time to think about what I was saying since I was exhausted, mentally fatugued from my boys, and not expecting it. She went on to say I stole her idea- because ya know- she invented boot camp! Blah blah blah. To avoid any further drama in my life AND because I don't have a business license and I don't know if she'll try to do something really shitty since she works for the county I'm going to go to the gym and do it there. Boy was I mad about that. I could spit nails, yank her spleen out with my bare hands and feed it to a stray dog. But whatever. She can have my leftovers and the park to herself. Biatch.

I go to work for my 2 awesome clients at 4:30. They listen to me bitch and crack me up long enough to calm down.
Then my phone is blown up with text messages.
Client #1 @ 5. Can't come sick.
Client #2 has too much homework, can't go
Client #3 has a final tomorrow. See you Tuesday.
My husband lets me know he bought me a 6 pack of Newcastle.
I fucking love that guy. I want beer, not flowers.

I'm done at 5:30
My kids are still acting like douche bags but I eat a burrito, drink a beer and send them both off to bed early. They cry and I put my iPod on. Bliss.

Tomorrow will be better. It must be better.