Scout and I have been trying to have a baby. Well, up until yesterday.
A girl at work answered the phone when Scout called and told me, "It's your husband. He says it's urgent."
Apparently, someone had busted out our window (for the second time) with one of the bricks on the side of our house. Scout was nervous that someone had broken in, while I was immediately sure that it was some one's child fucking around on the way home from the bus stop. I told him to call the cops and let me know what they said.
On the off-chance that it was someone planning on coming back for our stuff, I bought some ammo from work that I like to call "Man Stoppers" and replaced the target practice bullets from my .380 when I got home.
Scout went and talked to the neighbors, and after letting all the information he gathered marinate for a while, we both came to the conclusion that it had to be some one's delinquent child with nothing better to do than vandalizing our hard-earned property. Fuck, it makes me angry.
I called the glass company for an estimate, and it's going to cost me 16.25 hours of work time (before I pay taxes) to cover the replacement window. That is more than two fucking days of my time because some jackass doesn't know where his or her child is. Yes, I blame the parents. Don't you?
I've been told by a lot of people that I will have the ability to tune things out when I have a child. But honestly, I don't find that quality appealing. I'd much rather be irritated by my child acting up (and discipline him or her) than tune it out and allow everyone else to deal with it. Seriously, haven't you seen those mothers at WalMart that have that miraculous ability to tune things out? They have no problem picking out curtain rods while their children throw tantrums on the floor, while I have to consider going to the doctor for a prescription of anti-psychotics.
I honestly think that this situation is a result of a mother or father just tuning things out. The kid throws a tantrum, tune it out. The kid gets bad grades, tune it out. The kid throws a rock through some one's window, hell, the parents don't even know because they've tuned everything out his whole freakin' life. He knows he can get away with it.
Well guess what? I'm camping out by our privacy fence this afternoon when the kids get off the school bus today. If I hear anyone bragging about being responsible for our broken window, I am following their asses home and having a little chat with their parents (and calling the cops to file charges). I can assure you that they won't be able to tune me out.
And it just makes me wonder if I can handle the responsibilities of parenting. Baby-making might have to wait a while.