Just another day in cheeseburger paradise

Today started with an e-mail from SS9's teacher "informing" Mr. M that not only does SS9 not have a "healthy and nutritious" snack for the morning (um, something we were NEVER told to provide) but that he has also been throwing away his lunch and is therefore very sick and unable to concentrate in both the mornings and afternoons. Hmmm. Wanna know what SS9 would do with a "healthy and nutritious" snack? He'd throw it out. What he wants, and what he knows he will get if he complains enough? Is shit. And so now Mr. M has to pen a very nice, non-controlling letter to the teacher about how we provide him with "healthy and nutritious" lunches and instead of encouraging him to eat them, the teachers allow him to throw them out and then complain and get out of his work, because whoa is he. Victim. Can you smell it?

Not less than 30 minutes after this priceless e-mail is sent, Psycho Mom sends her own. Thinking she received the same e-mail and had to add her 1.5 cents, we were surprised with, and I paraphrase:

"Hey Supreme Asshole of the Universe, I'm about fucking tired of hearing that my precious little ingenue aren't allowed to watch copious amounts of TV and play video games until I have to take them to the eye doctor again because of eye strain and then complain about how you don't pay for the bill, so how about you fucking let them do what they fucking want all fucking day long or I'm taking you back to court, okay Asshole?" (In other words my latest boyfriend broke up with me, and fuck I'm hurting.)

Ah yes, BUT, the day doesn't end there. Although Psycho Mom didn't return a SINGLE phone call from Mr. M last week, he of course answers her call tonight and hands the phone to the boys. Who in turn go into their room and SS9 lays down the gauntlet and has a bitchfest with Mommy Dearest about what an Asshole Dad is. Oh yea, bring it. So we spend dinner having the discussion of the year, where we learn tidbits like Mom still smacks them around, oh and HEY they were shot FOUR TIMES with a BB gun by their neighbor and they don't want to play with him, but you know Mom makes them. And they are scared shitless of the kid, but no one cares. Oh, a whole lot more, all of which, as lesson #1 tonight, is the fact that you can ONLY CONTROL YOURSELF. We can't control what Psycho Mom does. Ever. We can't control how SS9 perceives things when played through PM's vision, ie only think about how this affects me and how best to get what I want. While hurting, Mr. M realizes "they can't change in 3 weeks." I wonder, "can they change at all?"