Some Days Just SUCK

I don't feel like blogging. Today sucked. OK, so not all of today sucked. The first part was good. I got to snuggle in my bed with first Jim, then Joe, and talk with them. It was really very nice. They told me about school, and sang me songs, and told me stories. It was really very nice.

And I just relaxed the rest of the morning. Kids played electronics, and I watched some shows, and just hung out. And at noon, we went to the Post Hotel pool. Never been. And Jake was ALREADY in a mood. He just wanted to go to the teen center.

And I'd told him that he was gonna have to cut back on the amount of electronics he played there. And it didn't go over well. Because, you know, I wanted to make his life miserable. Because I stayed up late at night scheming up new ways to tourcher him...

We got there, and it was 97 degrees outside. SUPER hot. I texted Kari to see where we were supposed to go (she was already there), and Jake goes, "Are you gonna just play on your phone all day, or can we go swimming" in a SUPER snotty tone. Oh yeah, it was gonna be a lovely trip...

We went inside, and there was a line to check in. Swell. Jim and Joe were trying to get out of line, one going one way, one going the other. Playing with the electric opening door. And laying on the floor, and being SO naughty in the fancy hotel.

So of course, Jake goes "Wow, you really are a horrible parent. Look how you let your kids come out in public.". And he forgot his towel, and of course that reflected on my horrible parenting, too.

Finally, we got to the front of the line. And the lady said that the pool was full, and that we'd have to come back at 1pm. Oh yeah, SO not happening. And, as we were almost ready to turn around, a group of 8 people left. So they lady let us sign in, and gave us arm bands. And as we were walking towards the pool, another lady told us that they shouldn't have let us in, because they were still over number, and that they might not let us in.

I'd take my chances. I wasn't turning around now. So we went through the hotel, and found the outdoor pool. It was really pretty nice. I took a few pictures, but I lost my camera at home... Anyway, I found Kari, and she and I sat in the hot sun while the kids played. Mostly with the water guns. And were spraying everyone. The life guards didn't seem to mind, but the people next to us were getting annoyed. Whatever. Don't come to the pool if you don't wanna get wet, right?

And after about 45 minutes, things started to head south. Jake wasn't playing appropriately in the pool. He'd grab the kids (only ones he knew), and hold the water gun to their head like he was taking them hostage. It just wasn't funny play. But he didn't see that. And he was yelling at people when they squirted him with the water gun, but continued to squirt them in the face with the water guns.

Finally, after 4 kids had come to me telling me he'd hurt/annoyed them, I kicked him out of the pool. So he came and sat by me. And berated me over and over again. Why did I like the other kids better. Why was I so horrible. Why did I suck so bad. And then he decided that I couldn't keep him from the pool. So he got back in.

So I went to talk with the life guards. One was a girl, and one was a guy a little bigger than Jake. I explained that Jake was autistic, and that I thought that if they told him to get out, he'd do it because he sees them as an authority figure with power. So the dude told him that because Jake was being mean to the little kids, he had to get out of the water.

And Jake did. And he was pissed. So he came and sat by me, and then it started again. And he started throwing things. Eme's shorts went into the pool. He threw a few flippers at me (right in the shins). He threw some flip flops. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, and I told the other kids to get out of the pool, and we left. Me in almost tears. I was SO upset.

I so wanted to leave him, but he made it to the truck before we were ready to leave. And we headed home. And, once we got to a spot that I knew that he knew where we were, I pulled over to the side of the road in a parking lot, and told him to get out and to walk home. Which he, of course, refused to do.

And we sat there. Then Kari drove by, saw us, and stopped to offer her help. Which, of course, he didn't want. She called Brian (her hubby who's bigger than Jake), and he came over to try and help. He asked Jake nicely, a lot more times than I could have, to get out of the truck. Again, "Why would I listen to you if I don't even listen to my mom" was one of the responses.

When it became obvious that we were getting no where, and Brian really didn't wanna manhandle him (although I told him he definitely could), he said for me to take my kids in his truck, and go to my house, that he'd take the suburban with Jake. Great idea, Brian :)

So we loaded up in his truck, and headed home. I let the kids inside the house, and Brian stopped by my house to pick up his gas can from the back of his truck (lawn mowing day). And Jake hopped out of the truck and ran inside our house. Great. I did NOT wanna deal with him when he was in this obstinate mood. I tried to lock him out of the house, but I couldn't fast enough. Somehow, he and Boxer both ended up in the front yard, and Brian ask him if he and Boxer wanted to go to his house and play with Leo. Jake, thankfully, agreed, as long as Boxer could come too.

And they left. And were gone for like 5 hours. And I was SO upset. I cried in my room for a while, then decided that Jake lost the privilege of having his bedroom. He was getting demoted to the downstairs closet. So I worked the rest of the day making that happen. And you know how when you move things around, how it gets SUPER messy. Yeah, I hate that. I stopped a few times for a good cry, and Tom was SO sweet. He hugged me and told me it was gonna be ok. The kids really did try and help. But there's only so much that Joe and Jim can do. They're just naughty by nature, I think...

So now Eme has her own room upstairs. And so does Tom. And Joe and Jim are in the downstairs bedroom. And Jake is in the huge downstairs closet. We took a break for dinner, and cleaned out and refilled the pool. We cooked hamburgers on the grill for dinner, and grilled up some chicken drumsticks for tomorrow for lunch. And cooked S'Mores for everyone too.

And Jake came home at dinner time. And was happy and smiley and apologetic as always. He gave me lots of hugs, and tired to make things better, but I was still mad. I know I shouldn't be, but I'm still mad thinking about it. And the fact that he's over it makes me madder. And the fact that he just LOVES his new little room makes me mad. He can sleep in there with the dog now. He was SUPER excited...

It's now 9:35pm. The house is clean. The kids are in bed. Everyone is happy. Except me. Today sucked. And I'm gonna cry if every day this summer is a repeat of today. I don't think I can handle that...

Yeah, it's not a religious one. I just didn't have it in me... I'm sorry. I SO need to get back on my game. Please, pray for a nice Sunday...

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