Monday Moanin'

Ok, I'm a band mom again. All alone, no kids in the house...YAY! Band camp started today, so the kids are gone every day from 6:30 am to around 3pm. This is Ricky's first year, so I'm looking forward to all the complaining about sore feet, back etc. But frankly, the lack of noise in the house is just awesome.

OK, some kvetching. Saturday morning at 5:45 a small group of boys came to our door and rang it and ran. Rick and the dogs heard them coming, and he almost caught them. Believe me, the last thing I need with getting over my surgery is to have some nut job kid wake me up like this, it is hard enough to get to sleep at night.

We went back to sleep, and yep, a half hour later this little #@$$^%$#%&% did the same thing. Now we're out of bed and pissed. This time, I heard one of the boy's voices and knew who it was.

This kid is constantly in trouble at school. He and his older brother are living with their grandparents down the street. We've had run-ins with this kid as he has attempted from the first day he moved in three years ago to physically attack Ricky, who is bigger than this kid. Ricky isn't one to hit or fight back, but has learned to verbally disarm just about anybody with his humor. Not this kid, he's unable to stop his violence once he starts in. Ricky actually feels bad about the day the kid tried to jump him as he was coming off the bus, and Ricky reared back and slammed the kid backward to get him off. The kid hit the dirt pretty hard, and Ricky just asked him what he thought was gonna happen?

The kid is known for hitting kids on the schoolbus, and talks about sexually explicit abuse on the school bus too, (Ricky says the kid seems to know what he is talking about) which is one of the ways we've been able to get some intervention for him as the grandparents are in some really amazing denial. Our district doesn't put up with much on the school buses. Anyway, since we didn't see him just heard him, I didn't feel we could go over and complain.

It's pretty sad that the only way a kid can get help is if you get it for him at school. We really have a need for full time psychiatrists and psychologists in every school. And we're the suburbs. Scary.

Does anybody else remember when we were kids, if we did something wrong, another parent would call ours and we'd actually get in trouble? What happened to that?

Well, I'm going back to enjoy my quiet day. Have a good one, and if you have any nasty kid in the neighborhood stories, I'd love to hear them. Go hit "comment" below and please share with everyone.