Now I don't believe that I'll be typing up a new and separate blog entry for every single day of this 100 day challenge of mine. Some times I might go a week in between but I'll at least have the brief posts up on the BookofFace or my Twatter account. However, some days are going to warrant their own posting.
Today is a carry over from information gleaned last night.
But before I get to that I have to give you some back story.
On July 3rd my kids sperm donor came to the house and picked an argument over some fireworks that were bought last year. Those fireworks have since disappeared because I threw them out when my kid and some of the neighbor kids were sneaking them out of the garage and playing with them. Eight year old's have no need to be playing with explosives, and so I warned him to leave them alone and that they were for the 4th of July. A couple days later I noticed someone got into them again and so I tossed them and let him know.
Fast forward to July 3rd and this sperm donor wants to have a talk because he feels I have no right to throw away something that he paid for and I explain to him that if he actually cared he wouldn't have left them in my garage to begin with. Plus, it's my house and I can do whatever the hell I please to protect the children. He argue's that because he is homeless he didn't have the ability to do anything with the fireworks and he is not happy when I inform him that that is really not my problem. They were left behind, misused and I threw them out.
Somewhere during this friendly little talk I ended up knocked out in my garage and he fled the scene. Police were called and the best they could do was tell me to call them again whenever he decides to come back since they do not have a physical address where they can track him down.
Fast forward to last night when my boy is out playing with some friends, they decide to walk to the 7-11 and buy some drinks. Sperm donor happens to be there at the same time (first time they have seen each other since July 3rd) and they talk a bit and whatever.
Last night our kid informs my wife that his sperm donor told him to sneak out tomorrow at 7pm and meet him somewhere again.
A grown ass fucking man teaching a child to be sneaky, underhanded and untrustworthy. Yep, lets just have him grow up just like his sperm donor.
Being that I work tonight I'm not exactly sure how everything is going to play out but I'm quite irritated at the whole situation. I'm pretty damned grrouchie, you could even call me a bit cranky.
Oh, it's going to be a bittersweet day when I get to have the cops haul his ass off to jail for what he did because I know that the situation will somehow involve the child having to bare witness again (yes, this will be the second time he will have had to watch his sperm donor get arrested for violence). But, it's a life lesson. There are consequences for your actions.
#100dayscranky Day 2