Knew that would happen.

The moment I hit post I knew I was jinxing things. Not five minutes after I posted that last cheery update the school called. Colt is suspended for tomorrow. Spent the morning swearing at everyone (directly) and then hit one of the nicest kids in the school, in the face. Went for twice but only landed one punch.

Never mind then. Things are the same, apparently. So much for my smile. Guess today is not my day. Again.

Worst part is that the punch came shortly after he really enjoyed his Turkey dinner. 😦

I’m going to sleep the moment Dayne walks in the door. I don’t even know what to do this time. Colt has a day off preplanned to,or row, has only one freaking day left of school and he couldn’t manage not to hit the nicest, most forgiving kid ever, in the chops. Colt says he wanted his soccer ball. That’s all. I can’t even talk to him right now.

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About Grainne

My name is Grainne. This blog has been with me for years now and has served as a journal, a confessional, an outlet and a place for me to create and express my love of life. Thank you for stopping by and for becoming a part of this life long journey of mine. I appreciate every single one of you who takes the time to do so. :)

8 responses to “Knew that would happen.”

  1. Dennis says :

    😦

  2. Ain't No Shrinking Violet says :

    Aw fuck. Ain’t that the way it goes?

  3. serenityseeking says :

    “The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don’t always spoil the good things and make them unimportant.” Eleventh Doctor

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