What Else is There?

We made it through one whole, entire, complete, total, continuous day without a tantrum. I little snark here and there but no trantrum. Sparky brought out "the glare" in the morning and took an extra long time eating breakfast and putting on his shoes making him late for his dentist appointment....but no tantrum. He started an (expensive yet hopefully worth it) after school program that hopefully will keep him busy and structured and minimize the amount of broken stuff around the house and awol trips to friends houses. He groused about it some...but no tantrum. The place has the word FUN in the name of it. It had better be. During Sparky's weekend-long ragefest he screamed about never getting to have fun. I told him he had to follow the rules even if it wasn't fun and even though everything being fun is so important to him. He replied, "What else is there?". Well, there's LOTS else, Mr. Buy-into-the-whole-narcissistic-secular-what's-in-it-for-me-who-cares-about-anyone-else-as-long-as-I'm-having-fun-world-view. (That's too long of a nickname. We'll stick with Sparky for now.) Fortunately, he came home at 6:30pm, dubbed it satisfactorily fun and will go willingly tomorrow.

Squeaker went back to school for the first day since her suspension and self-reportedly had a great day and got a "satisfactory" bus report. School scuttlebutt has it that the special ed. bus driver is an older guy who doesn't "see" much of what goes on. This rumor is apparently true because Squeaker's teacher called today saying that a parent had witnessed her making fun of and kicking another student at one of the stops and had called school administration. So she's sacked off the bus for a week and mama gets to drive. Well I don't work for free so I get to pocket five bucks of her allowance to act as her personal chauffeur.

Hey, I didn't say I don't work for cheap.