I had a pleasant afternoon volunteering at my son's third grade celebration about world cultures. Unfortunately, I lost my smile quickly when one of those harassing kids decided to go after my son again. Crazy mama Kelly came out full steam when I flew out my front door to confront this kid. Enough is enough. I told him that I heard him cursing at my son. He tried to deny it, of course.
I don't really like to make a scene, but today I didn't hold back my emotions at all. To him, I probably looked like a hysterical woman. Everything that has been building up over these months pushed me to this little tirade. I really hate confrontations. I wish I could handle this situation better. These incidents take a toll on me.
Can you believe that this kid still found a way to sneak behind my neighbor's shed in order to taunt my kid when I went to pick up my other son from the bus? There was a time when a kid would stay clear of upsetting an adult. No respect. Time to talk to the parents. This is not going to be fun. All this tension is not good for me. I wish I could let these things roll off my back better. The older I get, the more I seem to take things to heart. Wish me luck with the parent confrontation. This kid needs to be reigned in. I don't want to have to deal with this all summer.
Thanks for listening. I'm glad that I can "vent" to you guys.