..and you mess with me.

“You threaten my son, you threaten me.” – Sandra Bullock, as Leigh Anne Touhy in The Blind Side

My daughter:

My daughter has a troll on her blog leaving nasty comments.   I want to kick that person’s nasty troll ass. At the very least,  I want to sign them up to receive massive amounts of spam.  Of course, like most trolls, they arent leaving their emails or blog site. 

(Yes, I still visit my daughters blog even if I am not permitted to comment. And being unoffiically banned from commenting doesn’t ban me from feeling protective and defensive of her when she is faced with nasty trolls).

My son:

Yesterday my sons regular school bus driver was ill and there was a substitute. The substitute missed my sons bus stop on the way home and my son realized this when he was many miles off course.  Son texted with my fiance and me and expressed concern.  After a fair amount of agitation was experienced by all, bus driver got my son home safely.  My last text message to my son said “Glad you are home safe. You must be upset. That would be frightening.” My son responds by stating “I am fine mom. You don’t need to worry about me.”. I responded by stating “I will always worry about you.  Mess with my kid and you mess with me”.

Same is true for the troll on my daughters blog. I feel like putting that troll on the lost bus to nowhere.

Mess with my kids and you mess with me.

3 Thoughts.

  1. Yep as my friend Catherine says “Don’t they know you are not the mommy they want to f*** with”!
    You go girl!

  2. When the Mama Bear is PO’D, watch out!!!
    There’s a reason why some people are bus drivers, this individual is/was an idiot!!!

  3. When my son and I were still happily in reunion and communicating multiple times per day before he pulled back at his a-parents insistence and because of their ultimatums, he called me one day and said “I have to tell you something, but before I do you have to PROMISE not to come here and kill people.” And when he said this he wasn’t kidding. He and a group of his friends had been jumped the night before and my son was in hospital with a 3rd degree concussion and his friend was in the next room with a stab wound to the neck. He knew without a doubt that I would kill these people if he had any clue who they were or where I could find them. No question. And he also felt the need to tell me that his a-mom would never even entertain the thought of sticking up for him to anyone, she was annoyed by the cops in her hallway at 2am telling her that her son was injured and in the hospital. I still shudder at the thought of both he in the hospital and her response to it.

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