Oh well, asshole kid is still an asshole. Just not to Little Man. The boy has told me a few things, including some homophobic and racist comments. The latter caused LM to confront him and almost get into a fight yesterday. LM did not get in trouble, and I’m not sure whether AK did (like, with the principal, I know he was in trouble with the teacher). I told the boy no more Fortnite with AK, not that I needed to tell him that.
There is so much of that shit these days. Too many closeted assholes pre-2016 now feel more emboldened to let that shit loose, and their kids are picking up on it and letting it loose at school. A friend of mine told me that someone in her son’s class told her he was getting sent back to Mexico since Trump was president. Crap like that. I’m sure some of these parents/kids were like that before, but I just get a sense that people are more likely to let it all hang out now. No fear of repercussions, especially not in Redneckville, USA.
On to other things…
I am burned out, more so than normal. My sleep is suffering more than usual, too. I’ve been falling asleep around 1:30ish and waking up at 5:00 a lot over the past week. What the fuck, body? For fuck’s sake, if you’re not gonna fall asleep until late, at least sleep until 6:45. The one night I felt drowsy enough to fall asleep earlyish, my husband insisted on talking until almost 1:00 about fucking politics. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been that pissed at him. Every time I’d roll over on the side my good ear is on (I can’t hear enough out of the other ear to be bothered by anything), he’d tap my shoulder and want me to roll over and talk some more. It’s a miracle there wasn’t a murder that night.
This past week was our easy week. School three days of play practice, one day of soccer practice, two appointments, one field trip, and one fun run. And a soccer game and a concert 4.5 hours away tomorrow. I almost want to cry looking at my calendar for the next two months, and it seems like something keeps getting added every day. Or people want favors or something. And I’m trying to finish the book shit in all that, up my social media presence to help with that (fuck me, aside from sharing personal/funny stuff, I hate all that crap with a passion), and keep up with blog stuff.
[Insert generic whine about anxiety here. I don’t even wanna.]
Now you know that the title of this post wasn’t an exaggeration.
Now for a something funny…I almost ran out of gas yesterday. My car shows the mile range I have left on a tank, and I noticed that I was low…I was left with enough gas to travel ONE MILE. Since I was parked at my in-laws’ house and my husband had his car there, too, AND I noticed it before I left, it was funny as hell. Typical spaz thing for me. My husband drove home and got a can of hurricane gas for me.
(Hurricane gas is gas purchased to fuel a generator during a hurricane. We also have hurricane water, hurricane batteries, and hurricane bread, which is in the freezer. The hurricane snacks have been long gone.)
I’m thinking about trying CBD oil. A friend of mine swears by it. He said it has helped with his anxiety, insomnia, and stomach issues. Plus it’s supposed to help with joint issues. It’s so expensive, though. Has anyone else tried it?