Angry!!!!! - VERY Angry!!!!!

Let’s talk about my kids again. So the terrible two-some left the house about 7 o’clock on Saturday night. I was just pulling into the driveway and they were leaving. It’s a bad omen when you pull into your driveway and there is some sh!tbox student grade barely runs crap-mobile parked in the middle of the driveway taking up every possible bit of space. This thing could not have been more intrusive unless it was a tractor trailer parked in front of my mailbox and idling for days at a time (but that is a different rant).
I see that the vehicle still has its driver, so I opened the garage door and pulled partway into the drive. Hoping that the kid would see me and let me park in my own garage, but of course he sees me but has no clue what he should do. How about try pulling your thumb out of you’re a$$ and moving your sh!tbox car off my property?
I roll down my window and yell at this clueless kid that I need to get into my garage. It’s like a deer in headlights! He looks at me and then at the open garagedoor and back at me. Then he imparts words of considered brilliance, “Is El Chupacobra or your Wonderful Son here?”
“I have no idea! You have been here longer than I have, but if you move your car I can go in and check.” I said, which should never ever have to have been said!
So Mr. Brilliance hops back into this box-o-sh!t and turns over the engine, I was impressed that it even started. He pulls it out into the street and waits for me to pull in (Great Right?). So I get into the garage and he pulls up behind me. When he turns off his car it sputters and lurches about a foot forward before finally killing. I guess I am lucky to even be alive.
Well, I collect up my stuff and head into the house and the terrible twosome run out the front door and pile into the death mobile. Which is fine, but they left the dogs outside, dishes all over the house, and the bathroom a total disaster. El Chupacobra then makes FOUR return trips back into the house for things he wants. All the time leaving his shoes on and just running about.
After about 15 minutes of fevered activity, I hear…no feel…bass from the rusted crap car and it pulls away. Now keep in mind I asked both children several parenting questions:

Q: Where are you going?
A: Out
Q: When will you be back?
A: Don’t know
Q: Who are you going to be with?
A: Friends
Q: Which friends?
A: You don’t know them

Off they went.
So time marches on and they return, of course it now Sunday night at 9:30 (and there is even an extra hour in there because it was daylight savings switch). I again asked parent type questions:

Q: Where were you
A:
Q: You were gone all night, where were you?
A: Out
Q: I know that, where?
A: River Falls and Sh!t
Q: Why didn’t you call?
A:
Q: Why didn’t you call?
A:
Q: Hello! What’s up with this?
A: We were in River Falls
Q: Doing what?
A: Nothing
Q: All night?
A:

At this point I gave up trying to talk to them, as I was losing my temper. I returned to my work and then My Wonderful Son comes over and asks if the Army recruiter has email me back. I had a really snarky remark, “I haven’t checked the email, because I was too worried about where you were.”
To which My Wonderful Son replied, “I don’t really care.” and walked away. I guess that means he doesn’t care if the recruiter emails him back so I won’t worry about it.

On a more somber note, these children are addicts! They have no idea, nor the desire, of how to live life without abusing substances. The biggest problem I have with this is that I have no ability to intervene. All of my parenting efforts have ended in total disaster. Either my child destroys my house [huge holes in the dry wall, doors torn from their hinges, smashed computers, broken furniture – just to name the highlights] or we get punished for doing the right thing. The last time he went on a rage spree and was destroying the house I called 911 and the cops came, he ran and they chased him down running him down with the police cruiser. They arrested him, took pictures of the damage, and got statements. They then hauled him away because he was unwilling to comply with basic safety rules. Two days later he decides he will be a good little boy and returns. The DA won’t put him on a JIPS or prosecute because he is a special needs adoption AND we get a huge bill for his incarceration.
El Chupagobra and his disappearances have become so frequent that the local police won’t even call us back for ¾ of a day, and then they don’t even look for him. He is a complete delinquent and nobody at the county will put this kid on paper or give him any consequences. Here is a brief list of the things he has done and NEVER received any consequences for:

Smoked Dope in Public
Over Dosed on non-drossy Dramamine
Drinking alcohol on the school bus
Broken into a car
Frequent ditching from school
Repeated tobacco possession/Use in Public
Mail theft
Possession of pornographic material
Theft
Running Away
Trespassing

My faith in man is severely shaken. That is because I live with two insufferable losers (I mean rabble) and the system which we are to use to maintain our sanity/safety/self is incapable of doing their jobs.