I'm thinking that maybe Ms. Perfect should be named Ms. Full of Bologna (but that would take entirely to long to type on a regular basis).

My last post mentioned all the stupid work she sent with SS last week, and that we weren't wasting our time on it (why should he do her work involving phonics when she can't even spell it right on the outside of the notebook?!?). So he told her that he was working on an essay instead (yeah, the one time she could be bothered to pick up the phone the first time he called) and she threatened to ground him for the weekend if he didn't do it. Needless to say, this poor kid had to spend the 4th of July doing work that he's already done. She said that he didn't need to learn how to write an essay (yeah, I guess that's true beings he only wrote 3 or 4 book reports this school year-and definitely had room for improvement...whatever). So, anyway, we managed and SS went home on Friday.

Now to the major beef:

Mic calls to talk to SS last night. He called the house, he called the cell phone, he left a message. About a half hour later, Ms. Perfect calls back. She says that (once again) SS isn't home. He's in Atlantic City with his buddy and his buddy's parents. Ok, so she still couldn't care less about the court order (which she had to go back to court to discuss this week). But, she goes on to say that SS left that morning and that she didn't know what time he would be home. Now, I understand that SS had adult supervision and all, but I can't be the only person alarmed by the fact that she sent an 8 year to Atlantic City for the whole entire day, and doesn't even have a clue as to when he's coming home. Who does that, honestly? And I guess she couldn't even be bothered to call the adults' cell phone to find out, or to tell SS to call his dad or anything. Eh, just violate the court order, and don't even try to cooperate...grrrr. So she told Mic that SS would call him when he got home. Mic gets a call a few minutes before 10 (after he had already fallen asleep), and they talked for maybe 3 minutes. Of course, SS was tired from spending 12+ hours at the beach, aside from the fact that he's been up more and later than usual since he went home (yeah, the 1 1/2 year old isn't sleeping through the night- and now bunks with SS).

This whole situation is such utter BS. Apparently, Ms. P. has dedicated her life to alienating Mic and SS, and making her own son's life as sleep-deproved as possible while he is in her care. You know, there are people dealing with hard core problems and step-issues...stuff that possibly no one can solve, with innocent children stuck in the middle. All Ms. P. has to do is make sure that Mic gets to talk to SS once a day, and I could let everything else go. But it's just so frustrating that she won't even so much as submit to the judge, and irritates it further by trying to control our household, and then punishes SS for having things here that he doesn't have there. This woman is just freaking sick.