So yesterday after the kids got off the bus and we were home the phone rang. I thought it was the cousins wanting to play so I handed Ryan the phone.

It wasn't it was the parent calling to bitch at me. When I got on the phone the first thing she said was what is the problem here. I said well, what are you talking about. She then proceeded to tell me that I had told Ryan all these things and he was repeating them. HAD she talked to her husband she would have known that it was not me that Ryan heard those things from, it was my dad. Her husband, my cousin had already talked to dad, and dad told him that he did say that he was pissed at them for leaving the house nasty. I told her that I could not tell Ryan to not say the truth, because evidently he also told the kids that they were nasty and his pawpaw was cleaning their mess because they were too lazy.

I tried to talk to her, but I will not yell at someone to answer them, not when I have to talk over them to begin with. So I told her that I was not discussing this anymore, and I said godbye and hung up.

She called back. She said don't be a tool and hang up on me again. I told her I was done discussing it, that I know what my son said, and that I was not going to tell him to not say the truth. Thats when she really started yelling, saying the house was like that when they moved in. I told her that I knew better, we always have pictures of the rooms before someone moves in, dads been burnt way to many times before. Well that was when she started cursing, so again I told her I was not discussing it, and hung up.

She called back three more times. The last time I just answered and laid the phone down. I could hear her screaming pick up the phone bitch. Then after she finally realized and hung up, she was outside screaming. I really have no idea what she was saying, I heard bitch a lot. And ya know...whatever. I am a bitch, but do not ever accuse me of something before asking me if I had done it. Do not assume, talk to me rationally, not like a crazed lunatic.

Well after she went back in Ryan asked if he could play outside, and I told him yes. It was a beautiful day outside. I heard screaming again and went to the door and asked Ryan what it was. He told me that the kids were yelling out the window, and he asked if they wanted to play with them, and they said no your mom hung up on our mom. And yada yada yada. Ryan told me that he just ignored them and jumped on his trampoline.

The trampoline. That is where some of this started. Two days ago before Ryan had baseball, he was outside jumping on it. They came over and asked if they could and I told them no. Before I would let them. But after their parents actions, I am not being responsible for them if they are hurt on it. NOPE. I told them if they wanted to jump on it then their mother would have to come out and watch them. Later they told Ryan that I was just trying to be mean to them.

See, last year, when they were over here, I made them listen. We have rules in my house, and they like Ryan had to follow them. That lead to a big fight where I was told that I was being mean to the kids just to be mean. Yeah right. Thats what I do, go around to just be mean. No one in the family believed them of course, but that is also where I really started to detest demon spawn. She learned very early that if I told her no, do not do that, or you really should not do that, that if she cried and went home and told her parents that I had yelled at her that they would call and cuss me. But that is another story.

Today Ryan is riding the bus with them. These kids can be so mean, and I know I have to let Ryan take care of himself, but they are really mean.

Ryan cries very easily when he cares. That boy can roll down the back cement stairs and get up and still run and play without a single tear, but you say something that hurts his feelings, and he is a puddle. I think it has a lot to do with his dad. And, well Ryan is just very sensitive and very loving. He tries to be nice to everyone, and is beginning to realize that not everyone is going to be nice to him.

So I am sitting here worried that those kids are going to say something to Ryan, and just ruin his day at school. I am pretty confident my worry is for nothing, because Ryan can handle himself, and I know he will tell them what he thinks, but they always say stuff about his dad not being here, and that is what I worry about, especially after his dads last fuck ups.

We'll see how it ends later I guess. I know I cannot wait to get Ryan away from here. Ryan is a good kid. He is smart, articulate, has manners, and is loving. He cannot even lie right. He'll lie the first time you ask, but if you ask again he'll say you got me, or start laughing.

So what, I have a boy who cries if something hurts him. He is not a baby. He is a beautiful little boy, who just cares that it hurts him when others don't. He is getting better, but I am not going to tell him to not say what he is feeling to people like them or anyone, nor am I going to tell him he was completely wrong. No he really should not have said anything, but I know he would not have had they not said something first.

Happy hump day everyone.