3am in the morning phone call.
To anyone out there, that is not a good sign at all to get.
Thankfully, I was awake at 3am in the morning this morning when the phone rang. I was downstairs just coming from the bathroom from brushing my teeth. I raced to the phone and picked it up.
I said Hello?
Craig's voice was heard. Beth, I need help.
I said, okay, what's wrong?
It took a moment and I heard this:
I'M FUCKING LOST! GOOGLE MAPS HAS ME SO FUCKING CONFUSED! I AM GOING AROUND IN CIRCLES TRYING TO FIND HWY 95! I CAN'T FIND FUCKING HWY 95! GOOGLE MAPS IS TELLING ME THAT HWY 95 IS RIGHT AROUND HERE AND THERE IS NO FUCKING DAMN SIGNS FOR IT ANYWHERE! GODFUCKING DAMN IT ALL! I'M FUCKING LOST OUT HERE!
I tell him: Calm down I'll help you find it.
I CAN'T FUCKING CALM DOWN! I'M FUCKING LOST OUT HERE! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE HWY 95 IS SO I CAN FUCKING GET HOME!
I go walking over to the road map while Craig is still ranting about being lost there and screaming at the top of his fucking lungs at it too. I can actaully picture him in my mind's eye him hitting the steering wheel with his hands while his feet are hitting the floor.
I believed that he was still in Louisana so I pull that map out and start searching for the hwy that Craig is searching for. Dad comes out to help me search for it. Craig is so loud screaming like a fucking banshee that it echoes into their bedroom. Even with dad on the phone, Craig is screaming like a fucking banshee.
Craig tells dad what state he is in and we quickly get him to realize that he has yet made it close to the hwy 95 that he needs. He's stopping about thirty miles away from the hwy 95, all he needed to do was kept on going and he would have found it.
I heard no screams from Craig after that and dad hangs up the phone. I looked at dad and said, what a way to wake up in the morning . . . hearing your eldest go crazy on the phone.
Dad looks at me and says: You think he's crazy? He is crazy, Beth. Anyone in their right mind would have calmed down and drove on a bit further till they get to a gas station to get directions or at least talked quietly asking for help in getting directions. He was screaming. I heard it in my bedroom, he was that loud.
I shook my head and said, I'm off to bed now. See you in the morning hours.
Craig came home two hours later, came in very silently which is very rare for the boy. No slamming of doors or anything, just slipped silently into the house and headed for his bedroom and went to bed. No stomps or anything, just silence.
But with his return, means more teeth grinding for me. I do not like Craig and he just makes me very upset. I try to ignore his nightly screams and stuff, but it really effects me mentally and bodily especially at night since I have now started to clench my jaws at night because of him.
I hope I can get through the stint of him here at home without blowing up at him. I think I am very close to giving him a peice of my mind. I know when I do, he may not like what I have to say, because I am going to tell him what I think of his nightly screams that he does at night. Not does it causes nothing but a release of emotions but it effects my health. I have started to clench my jaws at night because of your nightly screams. My jaw is sore which ended up resulting in me getting a mouth guard to keep my teeth from clenching and with each time you scream, Craig, my stomach churns and one of your nightly screams actually caused me to throw up. I didn't like that very much, thank you very much. It made the whole day go shitty for me.
I just hope that he's going to be quieter for the time he's here.
Thankfully, I was awake at 3am in the morning this morning when the phone rang. I was downstairs just coming from the bathroom from brushing my teeth. I raced to the phone and picked it up.
I said Hello?
Craig's voice was heard. Beth, I need help.
I said, okay, what's wrong?
It took a moment and I heard this:
I'M FUCKING LOST! GOOGLE MAPS HAS ME SO FUCKING CONFUSED! I AM GOING AROUND IN CIRCLES TRYING TO FIND HWY 95! I CAN'T FIND FUCKING HWY 95! GOOGLE MAPS IS TELLING ME THAT HWY 95 IS RIGHT AROUND HERE AND THERE IS NO FUCKING DAMN SIGNS FOR IT ANYWHERE! GODFUCKING DAMN IT ALL! I'M FUCKING LOST OUT HERE!
I tell him: Calm down I'll help you find it.
I CAN'T FUCKING CALM DOWN! I'M FUCKING LOST OUT HERE! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE HWY 95 IS SO I CAN FUCKING GET HOME!
I go walking over to the road map while Craig is still ranting about being lost there and screaming at the top of his fucking lungs at it too. I can actaully picture him in my mind's eye him hitting the steering wheel with his hands while his feet are hitting the floor.
I believed that he was still in Louisana so I pull that map out and start searching for the hwy that Craig is searching for. Dad comes out to help me search for it. Craig is so loud screaming like a fucking banshee that it echoes into their bedroom. Even with dad on the phone, Craig is screaming like a fucking banshee.
Craig tells dad what state he is in and we quickly get him to realize that he has yet made it close to the hwy 95 that he needs. He's stopping about thirty miles away from the hwy 95, all he needed to do was kept on going and he would have found it.
I heard no screams from Craig after that and dad hangs up the phone. I looked at dad and said, what a way to wake up in the morning . . . hearing your eldest go crazy on the phone.
Dad looks at me and says: You think he's crazy? He is crazy, Beth. Anyone in their right mind would have calmed down and drove on a bit further till they get to a gas station to get directions or at least talked quietly asking for help in getting directions. He was screaming. I heard it in my bedroom, he was that loud.
I shook my head and said, I'm off to bed now. See you in the morning hours.
Craig came home two hours later, came in very silently which is very rare for the boy. No slamming of doors or anything, just slipped silently into the house and headed for his bedroom and went to bed. No stomps or anything, just silence.
But with his return, means more teeth grinding for me. I do not like Craig and he just makes me very upset. I try to ignore his nightly screams and stuff, but it really effects me mentally and bodily especially at night since I have now started to clench my jaws at night because of him.
I hope I can get through the stint of him here at home without blowing up at him. I think I am very close to giving him a peice of my mind. I know when I do, he may not like what I have to say, because I am going to tell him what I think of his nightly screams that he does at night. Not does it causes nothing but a release of emotions but it effects my health. I have started to clench my jaws at night because of your nightly screams. My jaw is sore which ended up resulting in me getting a mouth guard to keep my teeth from clenching and with each time you scream, Craig, my stomach churns and one of your nightly screams actually caused me to throw up. I didn't like that very much, thank you very much. It made the whole day go shitty for me.
I just hope that he's going to be quieter for the time he's here.