just ignore me…

Adam is moody today. The weather has been nice lately, exactly the same every day for over a week. We have been walking to school every day since school started in order to get our weight down.

This morning was “Fathers Walk Their Kids to School Day” or some shit. Interestingly, there is no “Mothers Walk Their Kids to School Day” probably because most of the walkers are accompanied by their parents every fucking day of week. And we can see why: the dads seem oblivious to the fact that the crossing guards are there for a reason and that the kids are supposed to be obeying them – not, you know, jaywalking across a 6-lane road during rush hour. I saw one conscientious father running across the road with his kids BEHIND him desperately trying to keep up…no, he didn’t even look back to check on them.

I’m not going to go into a rant about negligent fathers – not today. I’ve had my own bad experiences with them (as have many, many other women) and I feel like it’s well-known part of life at this point. I will, however, go into somewhat of a rant about a particular negligent father because I’m fairly certain that this father is the reason why Adam is depressed.

Today is Thursday, and Thursday is the day that Adam has to go to his dad’s house. Ever since he was a toddler, he’s HATED going to his dad’s. Luckily he only has to see him every other weekend, but it still brings the poor kid down to know that he has to spend his weekend with his dad. I think Adam can sense that there’s something wrong with the guy. For years and years and years I tried to convince Adam that going to his dad’s house “wasn’t that bad” but it hasn’t helped matters one bit. Last year, I stopped trying because it felt like a lie…now, I just tell him that I know it sucks and that his time with his dad will be short. One day, hopefully sooner than later, he will be strong enough to tell his father to go fuck himself.

In the meantime…it’s rough. The kid goes into a tailspin worrying about “getting in trouble” at school – because he fears that the principal will chose to call his father instead of me, and that his father will yell and scream at him for the better part of fifteen minutes for whatever minor infraction Adam has gotten into. Dude has no idea how to parent Adam, because he has never had to be a parent. It wasn’t long after leaving that he moved his bang maid Hannah in to take care of the tasks he didn’t feel like doing, and the moment she moved in was the moment he stopped parenting. Well, except for the punishment part – he likes to do that because it makes him feel superior to lord over a little kid. He’s got maaaaybe one more year of that, possibly two, before Adam is bigger and taller than him.