{"id":372,"date":"2006-04-18T22:13:22","date_gmt":"2006-04-19T03:13:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.yuriar.com\/wp\/?p=372"},"modified":"2006-04-18T22:13:22","modified_gmt":"2006-04-19T03:13:22","slug":"the-nerve-of-some-people","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/yuriar.com\/katp\/2006\/04\/18\/the-nerve-of-some-people\/","title":{"rendered":"The nerve of some people."},"content":{"rendered":"
Can you believe this woman had the\u00a0nerve to call my child “mean” in front of the whole neighborhood.\u00a0 My son, DS5, is one of the sweetest kids out there.\u00a0 Her son is a freakin’ brat, and my kid is the one that is “mean”\u00a0 Oh my word.\u00a0 She is sooo daNG lucky I was emptying DD3’s potty when this went down.\u00a0 I have half a mind to march over there and tell her to pull her head out of her rear end.\u00a0 But this is the same female who almost got several nieghbors kicked out of housing, and the same woman who they moved into my neighborhood cuz she couldn’t get along with her old neighbors….\u00a0 This is not a woman I want to tangle with, as I have too much stress in my life as it is… I don’t need her drama too..\u00a0 <\/font><\/span><\/div>\n
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Here’s the situation….\u00a0 Her boy, C, my friend’s\u00a0boys J & D, and my son DS5 were all playing with lightsabers and DS5’s ray gun.\u00a0 They were playing good guy \/ bad guy (aka cops and robbers.\u00a0 *S*\u00a0 some things never change)\u00a0 DS5 was being the Good Guy, J & C were being Bad Guys, and D was just kinda running around trying to get into the “fight” cuz D is a year younger than the others and just kinda tags along alot… So anyway, they’ve been playing this for the better part of an hour.\u00a0 C (who is much bigger then the other two) and J have been getting into saber fights, and then they gang up on my kid…\u00a0 DS5 is a good kid, but if someone hits him, he will hit back.\u00a0 now they are out there playing, and the Witch doesn’t say anything about the fact that the boys are basicaly beating on each other, and for real, they are boys.\u00a0 no one is getting hurt, they are just rough-housing….\u00a0 She waits until I have to step inside to empty DD3’s potty.\u00a0 (I had taken it outside with us and put it in the little hide-a-way area in front of our hosue so she could use it without struggling with the front door)…\u00a0 I’ve got my friend watching DS1 and DS5 while I step in with DD3, who had a small accident.\u00a0 I send her up to get new drawers and I empty the pot.\u00a0 I’m not inside more than 30 seconds, and I step back out to hear the Witch screaming, at my kid!\u00a0 <\/font><\/span><\/div>\n
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“Stop it ———(DS5’s name), you are mean.\u00a0 You are a mean kid.\u00a0 That’s it, I’ve had it.\u00a0 You are mean. \u00a0Come on C—, Get your toys, and get inside.”\u00a0 <\/font><\/span><\/div>\n
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The kid rounds up his sabers and rushes inside, and I’m left standing there with DS5, who is just heartbroke.\u00a0 I winding up having to take him inside because he just collapses in a fit, and I sit him in his chair so he can calm down.\u00a0 I step back outside and ask my neighbors, what the heck happened?\u00a0 My friend is all, I don’t know, they were just playing.\u00a0 The woman is psycho…\u00a0\u00a0<\/font><\/span><\/div>\n
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I put DS1 in my friend’s playpen, so I don’t have to worry about him running away from my\u00a0pregnant neighbors, make sure DD2 is good, and that they will watch her, and I head inside to talk with DS5.\u00a0 I wound up giving him a great big hug and telling him that I know he is not mean, and that I know the C. hit him first.\u00a0 Then I explain that he doesn’t need to listen to Mrs. R. because she doesn’t see everything that she thinks she sees.\u00a0 I told him Mrs. R thinks that C. is a perfect angel who never ever never does anything wrong.\u00a0 and since she believes that, she doesn’t see when C. hits DS5.\u00a0 All she sees is DS5 hitting back.\u00a0 I told him I know that he is a good kid, and I know that he is a smart, and kind kid.\u00a0 He was in tears and all torn up because that Witch called him mean.\u00a0 He was so tore up, he didn’t want to go back outside, I had to make sure he knew that she and her boy were gone and convince him that his friend was worried about him to get him back outside.\u00a0 <\/font><\/span><\/div>\n
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There is a big difference in the sentences “You are being mean.” and\u00a0“You are mean.”\u00a0 When we discipline, we are careful to always use the word “being”\u00a0 because they are pretty good kids (even my friend\/nieghbor says that compared to her kids mine are angels!)\u00a0 <\/font><\/span><\/div>\n
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Anyway..\u00a0 Called my DH about the matter cuz I was in such a rage I was shaking and wanted to walk over there and lay the smack down on her….\u00a0 But we decided, we don’t have to sink to her level…\u00a0 Mrs R. brings her kid out to play, we will be going to our backyard.\u00a0 If our friends want to join us. that’s fine…\u00a0 I told DS5 about our new plan, and he was actually very relieved.\u00a0 I’ve also informed my friend, mom to J & D, that they and the rest of our friends are more than welcome to join us in the backyard.\u00a0 <\/font><\/span><\/div>\n
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Well… I talked to my mom about it, mostly cuz I’m female, and I need to talk talk talk. *S*\u00a0 also cuz I always say that If I got a prob with you, I will go to you.\u00a0 and I wanted to know if I should confront R. somehow, or if I should just avoid her cuz she’s 3 fries short of a happy meal…\u00a0\u00a0 <\/font><\/span><\/div>\n
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First my mom gave me several sound ideas on how to deal with her.\u00a0 basically, don’t start with her, but if she gets up in my face, or starts talking smack, let her know, look, he’s my kid, I will discipline him.\u00a0 and if you can’t repesct that, I won’t let my kids be around you.\u00a0 <\/font><\/span><\/div>\n
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Then my mom brought up that this is the woman who’s hubby is stationed in Italy while she’s stuck here….\u00a0 Every time she starts trouble and stirs the pot, the Navy winds up bringing her man home to deal with her.\u00a0 So that got me to thinking that maybe she just needs to get laid, so she’s looking for a fight so the Navy will have to bring her honey home to “talk” some sense into her…\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Maybe she’s not a total nutjob, but maybe she’s trying to outsmart the Navy…..\u00a0 *ha ha!\u00a0 good luck with that!*\u00a0 Either way, if I refuse to rise to her level, there is nothing for her to do but move on to another target.\u00a0 <\/font><\/span><\/div>\n
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Anyway… it’s getting late…\u00a0 I’m getting crosseyed staring at this computer screen… I’ve got dishes to wash, Ice Cream to eat (and I deserve a big treat for not laying the smack down on that woman like I wanted to), and an American Idol to watch….<\/font><\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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