Yesterday was challenging.
First off, my friend Cindy showed up at the gym.. hadn’t seen her in forever! So we ended up chatting a little too much and suddenly I was late leaving! To be on-time to get home & get the boys to school I had to skip makeup AND drying my hair. Frizz-city.. yea. Luckily my hair is so thick it also holds water like a bucket! So it was still pretty damp by the time I got to work.
And I had to leave work early to pick up my middle son who got out early that day and then after run to the replicators & pick up 17 boxes of finished DVDs. (My Corolla can hold 2000 DVDs! Love that car!) And do ALL that and get back by 3:15 to pick up the other two children.
During my day I get a call from Conor’s teacher helper that he’s not been going to his extra writing class (my 4th grader’s penmanship looks like a kindergartner!) This is the second call AFTER a parent/teacher meeting. Conor claims he forgets. The TA says the other students report he refuses to leave. I’m ready to spank his little white ass to get some cooperation! (A strategy I now have to change…)
THEN I get a call from the counselor at Evan’s middle school. (Evan participated in a weekly class to help with his writing… 1st one the day before.) And he wrote “I want to destroy this school.” So, of course, the counselor is concerned. *Eye Roll* I explain Evan is my semi-lazy, shy, previously bullied boy. He’s venting the fact he doesn’t want to do work when its hard & he gets stubborn about it. I explain about my son to this counselor & he explains that Evan is currently failing ALL his classes except gym. (Really?? My portly boy ISN’T failing GYM!! Hahaha!) But the good news is they just started a tutoring program with UCLA students on Saturdays. I’m all… sign him up!! I’ll work on what I can with him at home.
After all that, I pick up my oldest and on the drive home I get a call from my oldest’s counselor on the drive. This is the mental health service he qualifies for due to his depression & high anxiety. Apparently my drama-prone son related to the counselor that I’m too strict with the youngest and punish him with a spanking with a ruler. Which is true, but I’ve only had to do it maybe 15 times in the last 5 years! Follow through once and the threat of it is usually enough.
Turns out there is an actual law regulating corporal punishment on your kid so the therapist had to report me to social services… who, of course, had to send police to my house to investigate. The preferred method is your hand so you won’t go too far… making it all very personal and less a consequence… and I’m now incensed enough to argue THAT in a courtroom!
So I sit down with my kids and lay out the worst case scenario… cuz frankly its been a BITCH of a day due to them. I explain that its possible the court could deem me unfit over this and give their father sole custody. (You should have seen the horror over that.. hilarious!) Which means I’d have to get a lawyer & fight them over that. Which means I’ll be extra stressed so the LAST thing I’ll need is added stress from calls from school saying Conor isn’t attending the writing class & Evan is failing middle school! (I will work ANYTHING to my advantage!)
Luke and I have a long talk over the consequences in being over-dramatic and the fact he may remember something that happened a long time ago but he’d better ALSO start weighing it against the frequency & what changes may have occurred since. I also introduced him to the concept that these tendencies are part of who he is and he cannot eliminate them but CAN limit the negative outcomes with a little extra thought & awareness. Something he’ll have to practice. I just hope the future practice doesn’t have results like today’s!
Conor adds to the lovely insane day by running about & ripping a toenail. Now he’s bleeding & complaining his leg hurts. REALLY, BOY!! Do you have it in for me! A band-aid & a reminder that TODAY isn’t the best day to put himself into situations of bodily harm!
So dinner gets cooked, chores get done, homework gets finished & the boys are on their best behavior. I’m cleaning out my fridge cuz I keep smelling a smell and it helps me feel more control over my out-of-control life to bury myself in work! I send the kids off to bed around 8ish with reassurances of what really is most likely going to happen. The police will come, look at Conor, social services will interview me and everyone will get reassured that I’m not beating the boy with a ruler. After all, it only takes one smack once in a blue moon to remind him to stay in control of his temper.
By 8 pm I can barely keep my eyes open. I’m flooded with a wave of exhaustion. I’m trying to do more work, but my brain keeps falling asleep! I’m ready to throw in the towel & go to bed but when I hit the bathroom…. what greets me?! Pain when I pee & blood in my urine. OMG… you kidding me fate!!
I’m now downing water like crazy… chasing the 2 cranberry pills & Motrin I take… worried over this whole thing. Is this the same UTI that my body just isn’t conquering? Is this a new UTI? There’s been no sex, I’m on my period, is this a symptom of something worse.. like Bladder Cancer? Oh and a little warning would be nice, body, since I just had a huge sugary desert! The pain I can deal with, the fever symptoms no problem cuz all I really want to do ANYWAY is cuddle up in my warm bed & sleep. But with the water I”m drinking I’m peeing every 10 minutes! Who gets to sleep through THAT! I should buy depends!
At 9:30 pm I’m huddled under covers wishing I could sleep when I hear a knock on the door. Oh yea.. I totally forgot the police were coming. I go downstairs, smartly ask who it is and get reassured it IS them. So two cute cops come into my house & I explain the situation. They look around and say, “You moving?”
Oh yea.. did I mention the contractor had started work in refinishing the garage & ALL my garage shit was all over my house in boxes!?! Adding to the lovely chaos that is currently my life. And the kids keep clamoring “Let’s hang the Halloween decorations!” I”m like…. WHERE?!
They ask to see the ruler. Not Conor, mind you, who is asleep. I said to them, “I’ve been expecting you… although I’d hoped you’d be hear closer to 7 when he’s awake! I’ll wake him if you need to inspect him.” I take them upstairs to where I keep the a ruler, and its really just a paint stir. You should have seen the cute cop’s face. I could have giggled. He’s trying really hard not to roll his eyes!
So at this point they’re all, thanks for you time, we just had to check it out. Luke opens his bedroom door to apologize for causing it all and they’re reassuring him, “Its all good, buddy.” And they’re down the stair and out the door.
By now Luke has a new worry… “They had to take time out of their busy day to come here.. all because of me… I wasted their time.” Goody… welcome to my life with a boy with high anxiety. Lots of reassurance and “lets focus on the learned lesson” words.
Evan pops out of his room with a big grin on his face, “Does this mean we won’t have to live with Dad until we’re 18?!”
Yup… stuck with me. Forever, boy, forever.