I'm Glad It's Friday. Not for the normal reason of OMG lets go get drunk and play hide the penis! But because No One Reads Blogs on the weekend. Well I do. But most people actually have lives.
I could write about how I am still pissed off that the two youngest boys Exercised Stuperman's bed to death, and how I don't really want to spend the money on a new bed right now. But since no one is reading anyway, it's the perfect opportunity for me to show my true bitchy colors ;o)
First a quick Cast of Characters :
Dorothy- Sister In Law.
Matt- Dorothy's 11 or 12 year old son.
Papa- Jake, My Father In Law.
Nana- Irene, the mother in law.
Thursday. After School, Rainbow man runs inside just long enough to throw his back pack in my general direction. He is off to his Nana's house to play with his cousins.
The Husband and I, As well as Stuperman, go over around five thirty for dinner and gabfest. I noticed right away that Rainbow Man was sporting a brand new black eye. I was told the boys had been roughhousing.
Since they do this so often, I thought nothing of it.
Friday. I called Nana over to help me decide if Blue Boy needed stitches or a band aid, and she proceeds to tell me the real story behind Rainbow Mans' eye.
It seems Matt, who is four years older then RM, thought it would be OK to hold Rainbow Mans hands up above his head and kick him in the face.
Nope. You did read that right.
He kicked him in the fucking face. Four years older, a good fifty pounds heavier and prolly two feet taller. He immobilised and kicked my son. In.The.Face.
So now I am mad. Why wasn't I told this last night? Why wasn't I given the opportunity to say something to Matt and Dorothy about it? Don't dare tell me that it had already been dealt with. He is MY son. I will "deal" with it.
Nana goes on to tell me that things are very awkward at the House right now because just this morning (the older two had slept over) Matt had closed his hands around my sons' throat, picked him up by the Neck. The Goddamn Neck! Picked him up, off the ground, and THREW him down.
Have you any idea how small a child's neck is? how fragile? How easy it is to bruise their brains? Snap their vertebrae? Any idea how this makes me feel?
I am glad that Papa yelled at Matt. I'm Glad it made Matt cry. He could have killed my son. I don't care if he is family or not.
Matt is four years older. Four fucking years. Matt KNEW better. Don't fucking tell me boys will be fucking boys Dorothy. That's not normal behavior. And heaven help me, Had I been in that room when your son picked up mine, I swear to God, He would have regretted it. Family or not. That's MY Son he hurt. MINE.
And I will protect him in any manner I choose to.