As anticipated, Lad fell off the good-behavior wagon a week after he got home. Shucks. Really, we knew it was coming. His bad-behavior isn't really awful, so there's that. It seems that stress makes him spiral. We're his punching bags, so yeah . . . taken some direct hits. Again, I can't stress enough that the current climate is nothing compared to what we endured over the summer.
He got a new general manager at his dealership. A micromanaging type. Lad really liked the last guy, so the change irritated him.
He came home and described how the GM was trying to help him close a deal. Constantly asking him if he wanted help.
GM: WHAT KIND OF LANGUAGE ARE YOU USING (with the customer)?
Me: SO DID YOU TELL HIM, WELL I TOLD MY CUSTOMER BUY THE FUCKING CAR YOU ASS WIPE. Was that the kind of language he was looking for?
One day Lad was leaving for work and he opened his mail and realized that a red light camera ticket doubled from $100 to $200. He was distraught. As he left the house he told me that he wouldn't do any of the testing (that we made him agree to complete) until Coach and I paid his unpaid toll bill (separate from the red light bill).
Well, that wasn't our arrangement and I asked Lad to try to take some responsibility for the fact that he'd not paid a toll in 5 months. And, ya know - he has a long ass commute.
So, it went like that - him not coming home for 3 days, demanding things, breaking our agreement, insisting we give him his grandparents address so he could stay at their empty place since it is closer to work (that was part of our arrangement - YO, GET YOUR EVAL DONE AND YOU CAN STAY AT THEIR PLACE WHEN IT WORKS FOR YOU). Manipulating us. Or trying to. We didn't cave.
What I did do, was call the ipass people to ask about Lad's bill. Like how much does he actually owe?
Might I suggest, if you're ever in the mood for a frustrating conversation, call ipass. I'm pretty sure that's what they're there for. I can get you their number. You can tell them that Lad's grouchy-ass mother sent you, the one they spoke in circles with.
The bills they send don't add up what is owed from prior months. Have you ever? So, Lad is confused. I mean, I'm confused too and I share the same reality as the general public. Can't say that for Lad, so how ideal was it for him to get a bill with a number on it - that had NOTHING to do with how much he really owed? A.prefect.storm.
I found out, please sit down if you have a heart issue, that Lad owes - seriously this might be shocking to your system . . . $3,409. Well, that was last week - it's at least a few hundred bucks higher by now. Unfamiliar? If you don't pay within 14 days, then the rate goes up.
Unthinkable. (not the 14 days part).
Totally not what I'm here to talk about, dang it - but it's the punch line to this here post, so let's roll forward and gloss over this horrid fact that just goes to show that our guy is not behaving in an accountable way.
In case you are wondering, Coach and I are standing firm. It isn't always pleasant, but we are trying to deal with the unpleasantness while sticking to our guns. Even if Lad gets the testing done, no guarantee that he'll be receptive to the help he might need. *sigh*
Anyway, Coach forwarded me an email last week from the PT place he teaches classes for. He used to teach in person (remember when we went to Dallas, North Carolina, and Arizona, ah - the life), and now he's teaching from zoom one night a week. Not as much fun, because I'm not laying in the sun while he's teaching.
*OH, BUT WE'VE HAD A FEW FUNNY ZOOM ISSUES WHILE HE'S BEEN IN CLASS THAT YOU HAVE TO REMIND ME TO TELL YOU SOON.*
I meant to start this post with GREETINGS FROM THE TUNDRA. Seriously, the SNOW and the COLD. Well, those two need to stop teaming up. We've had SO MUCH SNOW.
|Is it me, or does he look like Olaf? |
I made this snowman with the tots.
Over the next few weeks, he looked like this . . .
|I seem to have dropped my glasses.|
|There are several inches on top of this.|
Snow days seem to have died an untimely death here, because now kids can e-learn. Too much snow? That's OK, you can skip school - just hop on your laptop at home.
What's the point of being a kid if you can't look forward to a snow day now and then?
Oh, the email Coach forwarded: WE'RE LOOKING FOR FACULTY FOR OUR HAWAII LOCATION (or PT college or something) . . .
Coach's forwarded the email message to me with: WANNA MOVE?
My response: HELL YES!
Well, I wouldn't really want to move NOW, when I finally got my kitchen hood installed and Mary Ann's husband just used his snow blower to clear our driveway (really, he's very nice, still -this was an unexpected gift. My kids who were outside trying to move THE ENDLESS SUPPLY OF snow were TICKLED).
But, oh my gosh. Hawaii. I've never been, but I hear it's kinda nice. That would be a helluva way to mark my 50th year . . . thus the title. The kids caught wind and they were like YES! Mini in particular. I was like, YEAH, FUN - BUT NOT HAPPENING.
Coach is a partner in his business here and he'd love to teach full time but he can't really switch gears right now.
You'd all come visit though, right?
I emailed Coach a perk I thought of: HEY, IF WE MOVE MAYBE THE IPASS PEOPLE WON'T BE ABLE TO FIND US.
Later, I also made the realization that Hawaii might be my only chance to escape Irish dancing. No Irish dancing and a constant tan? We might have to re-think this.