Why would ANYBODY think they could fuck with MY KID and get away with it?

NOTE: If you missed yesterday's post, stop now and read it first.

You couldn't PAY me to go back to Junior High. Not even if I had 25 years on the other girls in my class.

COULDN'T. PAY. ME. And I totally need the money, too.

This morning I told Beeb that I'd let her finish out the year at her old school if she wanted to, but she said, Mom, if I changed schools, I'd just be running away from my problems, and I don't want to do that.

A proud moment in my illustrious parental career. Almost as proud as I was when I discovered that my boys knew that the answer to the question Why Do Witches Burn is Because They're Made of Wood.

And right before Beeb left for the bus stop, R and I had a little pep talk with her: Beeb, have you ever heard the phrase, "The shit's about to hit the fan?"

Around lunchtime, I got a call from Beeb's Principal. She was shocked and appalled at how absolutely horrifying the messages were that I had forwarded to her. And get this - I honestly hadn't listened to all of them when they came through. I kinda got sick of them and I just figured, whatever, dumb bitches... but I forwarded ALL of them to the principal, the counselor and the two teachers. The Principal told me that she had listened to all of the messages, and because there were actual threats of physical violence, I needed to contact the police immediately.

Physical violence. THE POLICE.

Apparently, one of the messages I hadn't heard listened to came right after the threatening photo that I did see. It was a picture of Frances (obviously taken by Marilyn) holding a flashlight over her head like a knife and her mouth wide open as though she was screaming. I wish I could post it, but I shouldn't.

The message that came after that, I'm paraphrasing, said something like "If you do anything on the field trip tomorrow (which was today), like live, or breathe, or be yourself, you're gonna get a flashlight to the head... and you better not tell anybody or it'll happen again...we're your worst nightmare..." Yeah.

Some of the other messages they left told Beebie that she's "ugly and fat" and she has "a huge butt" and that "she'll probably be anorexic" and "hopefully she'll hang herself someday."

Those little bitches said that about MY KID.

Thank God Beebie didn't hear all of the messages either. Beeb didn't even have the phone when the messages came through yesterday, so I know for sure that she didn't see or respond to them. Whew.

And for the record, before I escalated the situation, I told Beeb that if I defended her and later found out that she had indeed talked smack about Marilyn, I'd be more pissed off than I've ever been in my life, and she's seen me pretty pissed off. I gave her a chance to confess with impunity, and she still said she never said anything about Marilyn, and I believe her.

I talked to Marilyn's mother yesterday, and in a way I feel kinda bad that I went to the school after she said she was going to handle it at home, but I brought it to the school's attention because Frances's mother's phone number is unlisted. Otherwise I would have called her myself.

I'm nonconfrontational UNLESS you fuck with my kid. And if you do, prepare for a shit storm the likes of which you have NEVER fuckin seen.

So I called the police because the school told me to. They sent an officer to my house (and thank God the place was clean so you won't be seeing me on Cops), and I told him the whole story and he listened to the messages and saw the picture, and he asked me what I wanted to see happen next.

Dude, I don't know, I only called y'all because the school told me to, I'm just following procedure...

So Officer Friendly said that he would contact the parents of both girls. And my Inner Seventh Grader danced with joy.

Ok, so next the school counselor emailed me to ask if I thought Beeb would want to talk to her about the Situation At Hand. I said yeah, I think she would. This is why I'm so glad that Beebie has a reputation as a sweet little girl who doesn't start shit. Sure, it can make her an easy target, but both the Principal and the counselor agreed that Beeb's not the kind of kid who cusses other kids out.

Damn right she's not. Kind of fuckin amazing, isn't it? I mean, growing up in MY house, right? Shiiiiit. But anyway.

Meanwhile, the school's DARE Officer called to let me know that he was planning to take Marilyn and Frances out of class and speak to each of them. And I confessed to him that I was a bit nervous about escalating the situation to this level because I don't want to make Beeb's life at school a living hell. I'm always afraid she'll be isolated and labeled as The Kid Who Tells Her Mom On You. I told him all Beebie would really want is for the girls to apologize and stop being assholes to her. Beeb said she saw Frances get pulled out of class today.

R just happened to have today off, just for the sake of it, and it turned out to be a great thing he was home because I had to take myself to the doctor after two weeks of fever, body ache and a hideous cough. My illness has been a bit overshadowed recently by The Swamp Thing Chronicles and whatnot. Anyhoo - SO WORTH THE TRIP. I got Prednisone, cough syrup with Codeine and an Albuterol inhaler. Kickass. I'm gonna dope up and pass out as soon as I'm done typing this.

While I was picking up my doobage, Frances's mother called the house and talked to R. She'd already been up to the school and heard Every. Single. Message. R said she basically apologized to him on the phone for a full thirty minutes. She was mortified. She felt awful, and as a mom, I felt bad for her too. I know if any of my kids pulled shit like that, I'd be mortified too. Then I'd kill 'em.

Beeb came home from school and I asked her about her day. Surprisingly, she said it was really fine. Frances apologized profusely to her and even said that if her mom grounded her for two months, Frances would insist that she be grounded for three. I'm thinkin Frances knows she's gonna catch hell at home.

As for Marilyn, I have no idea what happened with her. Beeb said Marilyn didn't talk to her today at all, which is probably best.

The one I have the biggest problem with is Evilina. She's the one who started the shit in the first place by telling Marilyn that Beeb was talking smack about her, and then washed her hands of it and quickly disappeared from the picture. Here's the most recent email between Beeb and Evilina:

Beeb:
Did you tell Marilyn I called her something bad?
Now she hates me!

Evilina:
Yes I did because it was very rude!!!!

Beeb:
What are you talking about? What did I say?!?

Evilina:
Like you don't know!!! >:(

Beeb:
Yes, I don't know! Tell me what I said!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Evilina:
Don't even tell me that.....you know EXACTLY what you said. Don't you DARE throw this on me. You KNOW what you said.

So I wrote back to Evilina on Beeb's email:
I don't think I said anything, and I think you KNOW I didn't say anything.

Evilina:
OMG, I can't believe you are doing this!!!!! I know you said something and you KNOW that you said something bad.

Me (as Beebie):
WHY won't you just TELL me what I said? What's the big deal, if I already said it, and you obviously told Marilyn, why can't you just REMIND me what it was? I guess I just don't remember.

That little twat's so fulla shit.

I forwarded the counselor the above email and told her that I think Evilina's definitely got some responsibility to claim in all this.

I'll certainly keep you all posted.
Thanks for your thoughts and hugs.