Driving home from her college classes last week, I got sucked into a conversation with kid #2 about the FAFSA. There are a number of reasons I can’t blog about that have led to an inability to file for financial aid for her college expenses this year. In the midst of explaining this, she piped up with: “I saw on Dad’s Facebook page that his milestone experience in 2012 was taking a trip to Cambridge, England.”
Here’s the tell that I’m majorly pissed-off: I get very quiet and very rational. When I’m just annoyed, I yell. When I’m about to go apocalyptic, I get clenched-teeth quiet.
“Really?” I asked with the tell-tale clenched teeth. “Is that on his public page?”
Oh yeah, it was. I got a screen-grab, courtesy of my pissed-off-and-housebound-in-Atlanta aunt (I don’t do Facebook or Twitter. That’s my line in the technological sand.)
So in 2012, the single worst year of my 50 years of existence, while I was teaching kid #1 to drive (with the ample help of my 70+ year old father), taking kid #2 to therapy for cutting/self-harm, calling 911 to save kid #2’s life after a suicide attempt, frantically running around dealing with #2’s subsequent multiple psychiatric hospitalizations, oh and let’s not forget fending off CPS, their father was gallivanting around Europe?
This is why men get a bad rap. ‘Cuz some of ya’ll earn it.