Wednesday, March 13, 2013

The terrible awful I did...

I pride myself as being a really smart woman until I do something really stupid.
Which is what I did tonight.
If you have read my blog, you know about my years of cub scout volunteering.
As you may also know, I am done with cub scouts as my boys are both boy scouts now. 
We do not have the best Boy Scout troop around, it is just a plain and simple fact.
We have a scoutmaster who has been running things for WAY TOO LONG!
He is controlling and set in his ways.  Our troop has lost many families because of it.
The troop is like a 'rogue' troop and he does not encourage or like when scouts do activities that are sponsored by counsel.  For those of you not in the scouting 'know', a counsel is in charge of all of the troops in an area.  There are about 10 towns in our counsel and our counsel plans activities for all of the troops to participate in.
Well my boys signed up for one such activity.  My youngest, who has been a boy scout for 5 weeks had to go and get a card signed off for by the scoutmaster and he sent him away without it! Now he signed off on the same card for my oldest scout last week.  When my oldest scout pointed this out, the scoutmaster dismissed him too.  
Evidently he is upset that boys in the troop are going on this activity, WTF??!! It isn't like they are organizing a trip to hang out in the sand pits and drink keg beer!  They are going to earn Merit badges!!
Well my boys came out to the car and told me what happened.
I simply lost it!
I have dealt with this tool for 5 years and because of my role in cub scouts always had to hold my tongue.  I could tell you story after story about all of the Ahole things he has done over the years.
Tonight was the straw that broke this camel's back and 5 years of frustration came pouring out.
I pointed out to him that it makes no sense to me why a scoutmaster would not want his scouts to experience all that the scouting world has to offer.  He offered lame excuses and your basic bullshit.
I would not back down, it was heated.  No f bombs(thankfully) flew.  However I did also have the opportunity to tell him exactly what I think about his 'white trash, idiot, couldn't hold a job at WalMart' wife.  I didn't use that description out loud, but I made my point.  My 15 year old summed it up as, "you looked really pissed mom!" The problem is that this was not how I wanted things to go down.  My 15 year old is fine with it, he deals with this man too so he kind of knows.  
Now for my 11 year old, not so much. Now he is worried that he will be treated differently in the troop and all the other things an 11 year worries about.  The boys want to stay with their friends in the troop so it isn't like we are going anywhere at this point.  
Now it is just me and my walk of shame over the terrible awful I did tonight.  He better hope I don't look up Minnie's recipe for pie, cause I am still pretty mad.

1 comment:

Nicole said...


Hey, how about Welker. I know, I know, it's too much sadness. What are we going to do?

Re: your comment on my blog - I think it's very cool that you raise your own chickens for meat and eggs. I think that it is a very sustainable and responsible way to eat meat. And while I don't eat meat, I do admire those who really walk the walk, you know what I mean? So, great job!