A Lesson for the boy~LIFE IS NOT FAIR!~trust me on this!

We had really bad storms last night. So..
My first day to work this week, and we have no power. After much debate, we are allowed to leave early. The boy (and his friend) are at camp. Due to the not-so-broken arm, he was allowed to go back to camp today. I take them in the morning, The boy's little friend's mother who is also my friend (MK) picks both boys up after camp every day and watches the boy till I get home.

The boy is usually in aftercare, but MK convinced me to not enroll him this summer so that her son has someone to play with after camp. This, of coarse, was not the way it was presented to me…she went the financial route! (Which is cool..aftercare is expensive as h.e.l.l.)....but NEVER.AGAIN.

She must have seen my car coming in, because she called me (at home) to tell me that the boys are having a cookout at camp tomorrow, and that I need to get chips. Thank god the boy knows better than to volunteer me for 50 cupcakes the night before the cookout!

About 10 minutes later, I am chillin watching a Lifetime movie, and the boy walks in. I had just gotten up to get something to drink, and was standing in the kitchen.
He looks at me strange. "What?" I say..

“Ummm. I thought you were asleep”!?!?..he says confused.

"Who told you that?"
..I am kinda pissed, because I already knew who told him that. MK. And I knew exactly what she was doing. She told the boy that I was asleep so that he wouldn’t come home. So that he would stay and play with her son. She knew that once he was aware that I was home, that he knew he could do what he wanted. That he no longer would have to hang out at her house and essentially leave her son with nothing to do.

So, yeah. I am pissed about this. Don’t be keeping my child from me—crazy ass bitch.

So he asks me if he could have something to eat. I make the boy a ham and mayonnaise sammich. He sits on the couch and tries to catch up on the movie, which is over in 10 minutes.
He watched the rest of the movie while he ate.

Right after the movie was over, the phone rings. MK. “Where’s the boy”? she asks. “Right here” I say. The boy starts shaking his head..like don’t tell her I’m here. I look at him, like What the hell?? I tell her that the boy will be out soon. We hang up. I ask the boy what was THAT all about and he says ..

“I didn’t want her to know that I was eating…she will be mad, and I will get in trouble”

WHAT THE FUCK???

So the boy proceeds to explain to me (much of which I already knew) that she makes sure everything is fair. The boy can not have somthing (that is HIS) while in her care, if her son doesn't get it as well. Like, snacks, or soda left over from his lunch. Or ice cream from the ice cream truck if the boy has his own money. Dumb shit.

But for him to be afraid to come in his own damn house and eat a fucking ham sammich because he thinks he is gonna get yelled at by someone else’s parent..was too much for my ears. The boy and I need to have a talk, NOW.

I knew that this was a big issue with her. I knew that it’s almost an obsession with her. Share, and share alike. She never wants the boy to get more than her son. If they go to the mall, and the boy has money, he is not allowed to spend HIS money, because her son has no money to spend. The examples are endless. Sometimes the boy is with her out of necessity, and she has different rules. I expect him to understand that, and follow her rules when I am not there. Sometimes she oversteps her boundaries, when I am there. And I have to tell her about herself.

It’s too crazy to explain, so I won’t try. But the boy and I…yeah, we had a talk. It went something like this:

Me: Please understand that I AM YOUR MOTHER.
MK is NOT YOUR MOTHER.

MK does not decide what and when you can eat WHEN I AM HOME.

MK does not make decisions about what you can and can’t do WHEN I AM HOME.

MK does not have the right to get mad at you for coming home, for not wanting to go somewhere with her, or not wanting to share your apple, your soda, your money, your scooter, your bike or skateboard WHEN I AM HOME.

If MK has a problem with something that I SAY THAT YOU CAN DO, when I AM HOME, then you need to come tell me.

SHE IS NOT YOUR MOTHER!

Oh, and one more thing..LIFE IS NOT FUCKING FAIR--EVER. So don't let anyone tell you that it is.

With that, he kissed me and went out the door.

I hope I didn't leave anything out....