The stress is killing me

Today, I volunteered to work the local phone bank in my town calling New Hampster voters and asking them for to vote for Obama. I was one of many people sitting in the American Legion hall on the other side of town, calling from a long list of New Hampster residents. Now, I gotta admit right up front, I'm not fond of that state. Or it's residents. Or it's horrible political ads that we have been subjected to ad nauseum for months and month, even though we don't LIVE in New Hampster. Frankly, I think it's an imposition to have to suffer through Jean Shaheen and Junior John Sunununununununu's commercials. Especially the Finnish guy. What a fricking liar. He's right up there with Bush and McPain. Ugh.

But I did it, as I've done it before with Colorado voters (who are much more polite, btw) because I need to do whatever I can to ensure that I can live with myself if (God forbid) Obama doesn't win. Even though I believe he WILL win. He better win because honestly, my Hebrew sucks now and moving to Israel doesn't appeal to my kids at all. But if McPain wins, I'm gone. Outta here. Sayonara. Auf Weidersein. Shalom shalom. Au revior. I've had enough.

I didn't realize how stressful this last leg of the campaign was until yesterday when the Girl went ballistic and I had to spend way too much time dealing with her drama. WAY TOO MUCH TIME. Let's just say that when the doorbell rings at 5 am and it's DCF on your doorstep, it's not a pretty picture. Even though the whole matter was unsubstantiated and dropped within an hour, it sucked much more than I thought it would. And then I had to bring her High-Ness (get it?) home from the hospital where she marched herself into the back seat and waited for her driver to take her home. I would be the driver. Sigh.

Once home she threw her hospital release papers on the floor and flounced off to bed, and slept until 11 am, when she again picked up the screamy meamy channel and started off on me because I did not call the school to excuse her. Like THAT would happen.

After she departed and I did the calling, I went over to the neighboring courthouse where I put out a CHINs on her. So she's no longer going to be my albatross, now the court is going to create rules that she MUST follow or she will end up in DYS custody. She is NOT happy about this.

I got home in time for the Boy and his friend to come home and tell the tale of the Girl's boyfriend threatening to kill the Boy. Which I have to say was the very last straw. I had no more to give. I had no more I could listen to. I was tired and flattened out with grief and sorrow and anger. It was just ENOUGH.

She never came home, so eventually I called her boyfriend's father and told him I was going to come over later. When I got there, she was there with the Boyfriend, and we shooed them downstairs so we could talk. Once I convinced them that she was NOT pregnant (for which they were totally delighted seeing as they have one grandchild already to a teen mom) and told them about the threat and the paraphrenalia and the porn texting and all the other things that have been going on that I just sat on thinking they are 16 and dumb as boxes of rocks. But again...ENOUGH.

They weren't happy. They have had enough problems with their son. They don't want more, especially me charging him with attempted murder. That would be a real bummer. So we're going to work together to keep those two idiots safe if it kills us. Sigh.

The Girl is totally and completely grounded. No phone, no computer, no life outside of work and school. If she screws up, I report her to the court and welcome to lockup! It sucks to be her, but it sucks more to be me right now. I hate being the bad guy. HATE IT.

My advice to all of you still stands. When they turn 11, boarding school. It's the only way you're going to stay sane through the teen years.

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