the hussy...and some other shit
I was gonna' give y'all a lengthy explanation about what's transpired over the last few days with regards to the hussy, but I just don't have the fucking time! So I'm just gonna' mention a few specifics and then be done with it.
First lemme' tell you how much it sucks to learn about what your son has been doing with a "girlfriend" from other people. It really makes me feel like I haven't done my job as a parent when my own son isn't honest enough with me to tell me himself or I find out from others that he's lied to me about things. I learned about him cuddling with this girl during a choir practice which caused the friend whom she had just broken up with to cry. I learned about my son slow-dancing with this girl at a party last weekend. I've learned that all the boys and girls in their grade who are "dating" each other hug each other in the hallways and hold hands under the table in the cafeteria. It really all makes me rather sick, to be honest. I know some parents don't mind that shit but I do.
In the end, my friend and I decided the best thing to do was to meet with this girl's mother ASAP to try to resolve things. We did so yesterday and we all came to the conclusion that all our kids are too young for this girlfriend/boyfriend nonsense, that they need to dedicate themselves more to doing well in school and behaving themselves (especially this girl who apparently has a tendency to do some real malicious things and while I would like to tell you about some of them, I've promised not to say anything from the people who told me so I can't broadcast the news over the Internet), and focusing more on developing and maintaining friendships rather than ridiculous relationships that they're neither ready for physically or emotionally.
Her mother was very nice and cooperative and didn't hesitate to meet with us. I walked away from the meeting having made the following observations...
The mother seems to have knowledge of at least some of what's been going on and has already taken steps with school advisors/guidance counselors to correct things. Her daughter is her only child and is spoiled and because she's probably always played them, they've probably never really disciplined her well which has allowed her to think that she can get away with anything. That behavior has unfortunately spilled over to school where she hasn't realized until now that there are consequences for her actions.
End result, my son and my friend's son are still friends, my son is still friends with this girl and while both boys still like her, neither my friend or I are allowing them to get within ten feet of her!
Now for the other shit.
Ya' know what's worse than waking up in a bad mood? Starting the day out in a great mood and winding up a sour puss.
My cleaning girl comes every other Wednesday. Today was that Wednesday. I try to compile all my errands to keep me outta' the house so I'm not underfoot. Today I came home to her standing on a very high ladder in front of this crappy, cheesy, standard hallway chandalier that most builders install in every new home. She was cursing at herself and announced to me that she had broken it.
For some odd reason, she felt compelled to dust it while there was a multititude of other things she could have cleaned but didn't get done because this POS fixture was just calling out to her. Meanwhile, she had been standing there 15 minutes trying to fix it while other things could have gotten done.
In the 11 years since this house was built and in the 9+ years that I've lived here, that chandalier has never been dusted because it's so far up, then you couldn't notice if bats were hanging from it let alone dust. According to her, she had barely touched it when it fell apart in her hands.
Between the numerous "I can fix anything's" and "I'm so sorry's", I felt like she thought those words were as good as money - the money it would cost me to fix this POS fixture.
While she was returning the ladder to my neighbor, I called an electrician to set up the earliest appointment. My cleaning girl gets paid $75 every other week and just for them to come out here is $75. Then there's the first hour rate, the second hour rate and so on and so forth. I had no choice but to set up an appointment with them. I can't have this piece dangling above everyone's head, threatening to crash land!
When she returned, already knowing the answer, I asked her if she was bonded and insured and she told me she wasn't. I asked her if she would be willing to pay for it. She said "If it's over $100, no."
Uh, COME AGAIN?!?!?!?!?
Ya' know, I love it when people automatically assume that just because I'm a full-time mom and I don't work that I'm just made of money. The only messes I'm responsible for cleaning up after are mine, the kids when they really fuck up and Schwartz's.
So being me, I spoke up:
Well, I'm sorry L. but you broke something and now you have to pay for it. That's why cleaning companies have insurance to pay for any damages that occur while they're on the job and while I know you're one person and probably don't make enough money to buy insurance, you need to expect that sometimes such things will happen. And while you don't think it's fair that you should have to pay for it, I don't think it's fair that you expect that I will.
At this point, she actually said to me that, if I wanted to, I could keep the $25 Barnes and Noble gift card I had just given her for the holidays to make up for some of the damages!
WTF?!
I'm fairly certain that a gift card can be treated like a gift in that if you need to return it they'll refund your money but that wasn't the point! She wasn't owning up to something that was clearly her fault!
I finally just told her that she had to pay for half the cost of fixing and/or replacing the fixture and that I would take $5 out of her paychecks until things were paid off. I mean, I'm not totally heartless! I don't want the woman to starve and wind up living in an old refrigerator box!
Although I'm certain that kicking her ass into oblivion would have felt pretty damn good at least for a few minutes!
First lemme' tell you how much it sucks to learn about what your son has been doing with a "girlfriend" from other people. It really makes me feel like I haven't done my job as a parent when my own son isn't honest enough with me to tell me himself or I find out from others that he's lied to me about things. I learned about him cuddling with this girl during a choir practice which caused the friend whom she had just broken up with to cry. I learned about my son slow-dancing with this girl at a party last weekend. I've learned that all the boys and girls in their grade who are "dating" each other hug each other in the hallways and hold hands under the table in the cafeteria. It really all makes me rather sick, to be honest. I know some parents don't mind that shit but I do.
In the end, my friend and I decided the best thing to do was to meet with this girl's mother ASAP to try to resolve things. We did so yesterday and we all came to the conclusion that all our kids are too young for this girlfriend/boyfriend nonsense, that they need to dedicate themselves more to doing well in school and behaving themselves (especially this girl who apparently has a tendency to do some real malicious things and while I would like to tell you about some of them, I've promised not to say anything from the people who told me so I can't broadcast the news over the Internet), and focusing more on developing and maintaining friendships rather than ridiculous relationships that they're neither ready for physically or emotionally.
Her mother was very nice and cooperative and didn't hesitate to meet with us. I walked away from the meeting having made the following observations...
The mother seems to have knowledge of at least some of what's been going on and has already taken steps with school advisors/guidance counselors to correct things. Her daughter is her only child and is spoiled and because she's probably always played them, they've probably never really disciplined her well which has allowed her to think that she can get away with anything. That behavior has unfortunately spilled over to school where she hasn't realized until now that there are consequences for her actions.
End result, my son and my friend's son are still friends, my son is still friends with this girl and while both boys still like her, neither my friend or I are allowing them to get within ten feet of her!
Now for the other shit.
Ya' know what's worse than waking up in a bad mood? Starting the day out in a great mood and winding up a sour puss.
My cleaning girl comes every other Wednesday. Today was that Wednesday. I try to compile all my errands to keep me outta' the house so I'm not underfoot. Today I came home to her standing on a very high ladder in front of this crappy, cheesy, standard hallway chandalier that most builders install in every new home. She was cursing at herself and announced to me that she had broken it.
For some odd reason, she felt compelled to dust it while there was a multititude of other things she could have cleaned but didn't get done because this POS fixture was just calling out to her. Meanwhile, she had been standing there 15 minutes trying to fix it while other things could have gotten done.
In the 11 years since this house was built and in the 9+ years that I've lived here, that chandalier has never been dusted because it's so far up, then you couldn't notice if bats were hanging from it let alone dust. According to her, she had barely touched it when it fell apart in her hands.
Between the numerous "I can fix anything's" and "I'm so sorry's", I felt like she thought those words were as good as money - the money it would cost me to fix this POS fixture.
While she was returning the ladder to my neighbor, I called an electrician to set up the earliest appointment. My cleaning girl gets paid $75 every other week and just for them to come out here is $75. Then there's the first hour rate, the second hour rate and so on and so forth. I had no choice but to set up an appointment with them. I can't have this piece dangling above everyone's head, threatening to crash land!
When she returned, already knowing the answer, I asked her if she was bonded and insured and she told me she wasn't. I asked her if she would be willing to pay for it. She said "If it's over $100, no."
Uh, COME AGAIN?!?!?!?!?
Ya' know, I love it when people automatically assume that just because I'm a full-time mom and I don't work that I'm just made of money. The only messes I'm responsible for cleaning up after are mine, the kids when they really fuck up and Schwartz's.
So being me, I spoke up:
Well, I'm sorry L. but you broke something and now you have to pay for it. That's why cleaning companies have insurance to pay for any damages that occur while they're on the job and while I know you're one person and probably don't make enough money to buy insurance, you need to expect that sometimes such things will happen. And while you don't think it's fair that you should have to pay for it, I don't think it's fair that you expect that I will.
At this point, she actually said to me that, if I wanted to, I could keep the $25 Barnes and Noble gift card I had just given her for the holidays to make up for some of the damages!
WTF?!
I'm fairly certain that a gift card can be treated like a gift in that if you need to return it they'll refund your money but that wasn't the point! She wasn't owning up to something that was clearly her fault!
I finally just told her that she had to pay for half the cost of fixing and/or replacing the fixture and that I would take $5 out of her paychecks until things were paid off. I mean, I'm not totally heartless! I don't want the woman to starve and wind up living in an old refrigerator box!
Although I'm certain that kicking her ass into oblivion would have felt pretty damn good at least for a few minutes!
Labels: make the stupid people go away, never a dull moment, whazzamatter with kids
posted by Michelle Flaherty at
6:58 PM
4 Comments:
Maybe this will be the kick in the pants she needed to go out and get that insurance. Tough lesson, but if she's going to be working in other peoples' home and messing around with their property, it's a lesson that had to be learned.
Glad all the parents talked...
as for the maid? Have you looked into services that ARE licensed & bonded? Without that...you DO run the risk of taking the hit.
GP, there's no way that she's going to get insurance. This is just one of those freak things - that one of her customers actually came home while she was doing her work. Seriously, I truly believe that if I hadn't come home when I did, she would have never told me about it or felt she had to admit after the fact that she had caused it to happen. It's not often I look up at that light, I may have never noticed it and if I had at some point, I would have never thought that she had done it and would have just thought it a cheap light falling apart.
Tug, I have had several maid services and they've all been bonded and insured. Aside from the fact that something always happened that made me dislike them enough to get rid of them, they all charged a fortune probably to cover the cost of their insurance. Right now, I have it good - for someone to charge me only $75 for the size of my house is a total steal. Of course I don't care for broken things but if something has to be broken, I'd rather be a cheap-ass light fixture! ;)
I want to be just like you when I grow up :D
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