At work, I am stressed about
(1) A few type-A parents who are going to the Vice-Head and saying my manner intimidates their children (which no one believes or sees --- and we don't have doors in our classrooms).
(2) Falling behind in my communication, including the irritating Creature Swap project we're doing at the behest of our unhelpful Technology teacher.
(3) Falling behind in the work the kids are getting done.
(4) Conference aftershocks --- parents wanting feedback on stuff they were told about last week.
I am used to being the star and success coming easily. This third grade thing is kind of rough.
So that call and text from Zaftig yesterday to LD was her saying she wanted to have dinner. 74 was going to watch all the kids. So that's what happened, and it ran long. I started to panic a bit for no rational reason. The thought of Zaftig and LD socializing still sends me into flashbacks about February, because of Zaftig's two-faced, controlling role in causing it. I'm slowly, slowly, getting better, at least I hope. I recovered, and we texted and had a quick talk afterwards. I learned
(1) Kraut is calling around to Deviltown and Swampland friends, including Zaftig and the loathsome Ugly Joe, complaining about me being around his kids.
[He knows this because the kids tell him. After one session on Skype or phone where they babbled merrily about how I am funny, and draw well, and give them gum, etc, LD said, "Daddy isn't such a big fan of Chance, so maybe he doesn't want to hear about that. Naturally, the next conversation, Crab started it off with, "Why aren't you a big fan of Chance, Daddy? I think he is funny! He..." Kraut replied, "Well, it's a long story, Crab," and then proceeded to question Crab about my interactions with them, though he did not mention me at all when he spoke to LD.. LD had to say to the kids, "I know he is your daddy, and you can talk to him about anything, including Chance if you want, but you should just know it makes him sad."]
(2) Zaftig apparently told him I was a professional and didn't want to be their dad and he should come over here and spend time with them himself to solve the problem.
(3) 74 was stressed or pissed off or something and very cold, just barely civil, to LD and, her kids reported, yelled at them; Crab was screaming in the dark when LD got there, apparently
(4) Zaftig, wonder of wonders, apologized for "making this harder on you than it had to be" (can it be? was this actual self-reflection?).
I have nothing but bad feeling for both Zaftig and 74 at this point. They'd have to bend over backwards to get me to attempt to recreate our past bond. I've stuck out enough olive branches and had them ignored over the past year. Their smug nasty controlling crap is just too much. I don't care if I ever speak socially to them again.