I have been so stressed out from school….I haven’t had the luxury of being stressed out over the “boy”. I am literally swamped with school work and I recently decided that I am way too old for that crap, I just had to find time today to vent.

Last weekend was the first time in 3 weeks that Stink came up the cabin with us….I like better when he isn’t with us.

Saturday, bright in early in the morning he woke us up by frantically banging and kicking the bedroom door (which I just painted ) screaming that there is a ghost is the house. He is in a total terror-panic….face of death, tears and everything. Stink is screaming that when he shuts the bathroom door the ghost screams. “I want to play bingo.” DH grabs his Glock to go play ghost hunter. As it turns out it was the motion activated air freshener in the bathroom that wanted to play Bingo.
I pulled the blanket over my head.

When I got up the kid is saying “I saw a cat”…over and over again… I asked him what kind of cat…in a baby voice he said “I dunno”….he didn’t know what type, what color, where it went or even if it was a cat in the hat….just that he saw a cat. You do you know how old this gets? Every time he said it, he bounced on his toes and flapped his hands...after about ½ hour I said… Oh little boy, do you need help getting back to your village”. Ok, I was wrong for saying that, but seriously there is only so much a person can take. DH got pissed….but I had it….what the big f’ing deal over seeing a freaking cat anyway???? Dh said it was kinda cute….yeah for a 4 yo!!

A reminder …Stink is my SS16, he will be 17 in Jan.

A month ago I would have been saying WTF is wrong with this idiot….now I think this is as good as it’s gonna get…there is something wrong with the kid (Asperger’s). …arghhhhhhh…the kid is gonna be 30 years old doing this shit.