Well, the weekend.

I did break up with Norton once and for all, since there was apparently some ambiguity there.

He called me last week and told me in no uncertain terms that he was totally uncomfortable in my home (if you have ever been to my home, you know that we are a welcoming sort, and rarely is anyone uncomfortable), uncomfortable around my child, and maybe uncomfortable in his shorts, who fucking knows, just plain uncomfortable and unhappy.

He then proceeded to attack everything about my parenting style and my kid.

BUT he still loves me.

That’s a pretty big But. It’s even bigger than my butt.

I cut him loose, primarily because someone who has only been around my child say, FOUR TIMES really doesn’t have the right to cast aspersions on the way that I parent or the way that my child acts.

My child is not a monster. I may have to tell him to do something ninety-five times on occasion, but he is twelve. Those of you with twelve-year olds, past or present, will get my drift.

This was his Big Problem. That, and the fact that the J-Man occasionally spoke without being spoken to first, and things of that nature.

Apparently Norton is of the Old School, in which children are to be seen and not heard, and hellfire and brimstone is to be rained down should a parent have to say something more than once.

It just ain’t so in my house.

I get irritated with the J-Man, sure. I can even think back to the day in question and remember that he was particularly deaf to my lips that day and was not listening when I told him to move the XBox into the other room or whatever it was I was harping about. I can also remember I didn’t really scream at him due to the fact that Norton was there.

But fuck if I’m going to be judged by someone who A) only has custody of his own (much younger) kids a few days a month, B) has only seen me interacting with my kid on a scant few occasions, and C) has made virtually no effort to interact with said kid.

I’m pissed. PISSED about all this.

Therefore I just sent him an e-mail expressing my displeasure and basically said that I wanted my stuff, and he AGAIN sent me an e-mail railing on about the shortcomings of my parenting and my child and how I needed to take his advice as a superior parent.

Well excuse me, buddy, but you’ve only been a parent for four years. Get back to me when YOUR kid is twelve.

Yeah. I’m irritated. A little bemused as well, but mostly irritated.

So, there was that.

Then we had a realtor come by to look at the house and possibly sign papers to sell it.

It was a no-go. Apparently the market value of our home is approximately Jack Shit, going by the value of the homes in the surrounding area that are currently selling or have recently sold.

It wouldn’t be worth it for us to sell it right now, so we are going to rent it out.

This is going to be a serious pain in the ass, I can already smell it. Renting in the ‘hood is a dangerous game. No one has credit, everyone is suspect, and people don’t take care of shit that isn’t theirs. Hell, people don’t even take care of their OWN shit.

I am trepidatious.

Still, we are forging ahead with this move, and our tentative move date is three weeks from the weekend.

In still other news, my laptop tanked. It won’t even turn on. A Guy from Dell is coming this week, supposedly to replace the A/C adapter and the motherboard, but I have yet to receive a call to let me know when he is going to do so.

Stress? I has it.

Happy Monday.

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