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What an absolutely craptastic evening last night. The highlight, which was good, was the quickly-becoming-Tuesday-tradition of dishing American Idol with Swwoop. I don't know what we'll do to distract us when it's over. But the rest of the night sucked ass.

The Dementors again. We haven't had any real problems with them since open house, but they've reared their ugly heads to screw up our lives once more.

Every year around Easter they go to Florida. They have a time-share or something, so the week varies. They take various children and grandchildren with them, but they always always always take YMB. He's been to Florida (and Disney) every year since he was around 2. Because, you know, it's much more valuable to show kids what all you can buy them then it is to teach them values and morals and shit like that. So, anyway, last year we let them take him out of school for the week, but told them it was the last time, and that in the future if they wanted YMB to go they'd have to coordinate vacation with his spring break week.

Which they had apparently managed to do, until last night. YMB's mom called and said that her mom (Dementor#2) had some medical test scheduled the Monday after Easter that they haven't been able to reschedule, so they've had to move vacation to the following week. Apparently D#2 has been having some vague medical problems and we know she had a hysterectomy week before last, but since they aren't inclined to share any more than absolutely necessary we really don't know if there's a major problem or what.

So, we don't really want YMB taken out of school for a week. We don't want to have to rearrange our lives and our schedule � including finding someone to stay with YMB the week of spring break, which we were expecting him to be gone � and we really don't want to give the Dementors the impression that we will accommodate them on a whim. But it looks like we don't have much choice. Initially we thought, well, no, hate to disappoint YMB, but we're not going to cop to this. Then we talked to our lawyer lady, who is the Voice of Reason, and she advised us to cooperate. It all makes perfect sense when she explains it, but it's so frustrating. Of course if we don't let him go we are going to come off as the villains of the piece, and YMB will be told how it's all our fault that he can't go to Florida and how much they will miss him and blah blah blah.

It's all far more complicated than that, of course, but what it boils down to is that if we want to look good and make nice we have to play along with their games. And that drives me insane.

Never mind which, YMB was mad at me last night because I made him a) look for an assignment he claimed to have lost and b) redo it when he couldn't find it. So when the Dementors called before he went to bed (way too close to bedtime, as usual) he decided to take his revenge and say something nasty about me on the phone to Grandma Dementor. Great. I know all kids do this, but most kids don't get their word taken for gospel when they complain to their grandparents about their parents. I don't know if there will be any repercussions, but it made me feel like shit, which of course was what YMB wanted to accomplish in the first place. I upset him, so he upset me the best way he knew how. After he got off the phone we had a fairly involved discussion about what he said and why he said it, and basically resolved the issue, but that doesn't reverse the damage unfortunately. He could go back to D#2 tonight and say "I was mad because I had to redo my homework and that's why I said what I did" but it wouldn't do any good, they would just think we were putting words in his mouth and making him explain. I don't care what they think of me, but I don't want them to have any more ammunition, or any other bits of poison to drip into YMB's mind. Sigh.

12:53 p.m. - March 19, 2003

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