I went back to work on April 3rd, I figured it was an appropriate day since it was my mom’s birthday......plus I was banking on the fact that I wouldn’t have to wear long johns since I wasn’t too sure if my uniform would fit!
Since I went back, I realized how much I do in fact love my job.....despite being gone for so many months, and taking the time for myself that I needed, I was happy to be back and ready to drive my partner nuts(Sorry Sheldon!!). First few shifts were typical, first guy I had dealt with was a guy I knew really well, and remembered his DOB and his name....Things don’t change I totally realized that too! I ended up catching that nasty awful cold/flu and gave it to my kids and some other people so you’re all welcome. I thank Dave Beevor for that cold....maybe we shouldn’t hang out so close anymore!
Jake has been doing okay. We have a journal that comes back and forth from school to me, and I read it as much as I can. Sometimes I don’t get to it until a few days later, but if something was to happen that was serious I would definitely get a phone call. So far, at school, he’s still been pretty much as his normal baseline. As for me reacting to much of it, I have chosen not to be such a freak out session with him, and not to yell and scream. It doesn’t help me or him. He’s had a few incidents that are pretty normal for him, when he gets mad, and I have to remind myself that he doesn’t really like school so that triggers a lot of his emotions and bad choices. No phone calls are good for me and him, but other things are still creeping up for him and he’s making bad choices still. It doesn’t help that he is in fact in a class where the spawn of Satan is also a student, but what can I do?
Jake was having difficulties with peers in his minivan in the mornings and afternoons. One such incident claimed that my son had shown his private parts to another student, and laughed about it to her. I was furious about it, and when he got home we talked about it, and I believed him that he didn’t do it. That was the last straw for me, because it felt like someone else was helping him make these bad choices, and I also believed him when he adamantly denied the accusation. But how awfully embarrassing for me to have that conversation with the teacher and then had to tell her that my son has never shown his private parts to anyone like that. But because of that incident, a new vehicle picks him up in the morning and afternoon, without a lot of kids in it so that is helping him out tremendously. Jacob actually enjoys getting up for school to ride there so that is a huge step.
Hockey is officially done for the summer, and hes really missing it. He’s been playing road hockey with some of the neighbourhood kids lately, and a lot of the teenagers down the street, which is actually pretty funny. He is not afraid to go up against bigger and stronger guys then he, and enjoys the game with them. I’m very glad that they are happy to oblige him when he shows up with his stick, and actually sub him in to play. It’s quite cute.
Since hockey has gotten done, he’s already planning for next season, and the fact that he has to probably get new gear. So, he’s taken to doing the paper with the neighbourhood paperboy named Corbin, and he gets paid too. It’s always been hard for me to let him go around without me because I wanted to make sure he was safe, but being a helicopter parent doesn’t do anyone any good. I have to pick and chose my battles with him, and the paper route is helping him be responsible, so I won’t discourage that.
This past Saturday, while I was at work dealing with a woman who wanted to end her life, Jacob had gotten into an altercation with not only his sister but with his sisters’ friend. My nanny, Brittany, had texted me and told me that they were dealing with Jake right now, and that she was headed out soon to the grocery store, for me(she’s amazing by the way....)So, of course, me being a nosy parent asked her what was going on. Call me was the reply.
DAMN IT.
Apparently Jacob was mad because he wanted the cell phone that is essentially now our house phone, from his sister. Leighton, being the responsible girl that she is, told him no! So, Jacob, in all his angry glory, decided that he was going to punch and kick her sister, and threaten her to kick her in the ‘vagina’. WHAT THE???? And he didn’t but he threatened her with it. Leighton then hands the phone over to her friend, and tells her to run home. Jacob chased this little girl down, and punched and kicked her, and then choked her. I was beside myself with anger. Brittany said I’m sorry for bugging you but hes grounded from the park, his bike, and hes in his room. Here I am, standing in front of this poor woman, as she sobs her eyes out for wanting to take enough Percocets to kill three humans, and I’m ready to smash someone’s face in. The worst part was of all of this was when Jacob was called back inside to deal with it, he laughed and smirked the entire time to Brittany, and she said she wanted to shake him to stop. I know the feeling, it is always strong to do that to him. I hung up with Brittany, called my Sgt, and told him the situation, and he said take a break and go home and deal with it. After I got the young lady admitted to the hospital(She’s probably going to be kept for observation, which is a good thing), I drove to Barrhaven, and walked into my house, up the stairs, and opened my son’s bedroom door. The look of absolute terror was on his face when he pulled his blankets back to see that it was me, and not Brittany or Scott.
I talked so scary to him, that I honestly even scared myself. I threatened him with taking away his Hockey Gala, which was the next day, for his punishment for doing what he did. He was in tears.....and I told him that I couldn’t even accept his apology today, I couldn’t handle it. I walked out of his room, and told him he lost his bike and his park privileges and that he had 12 hours to earn back his spot to go to the banquet. Jesus, what else is next?? I humblly went over to the neighbour’s house(Sans la uniform) and spoke to the dad, who was super awesome about the entire incident. His daughter hadn’t even told him what had happened, so I had to explain things, and let him know I knew about it, and I was going to be damn sure it wouldn’t happen again.
By the time I got home that night, after catching a late Sexual Assault, with someone who claimed they didn’t do anything through their drunken stooper, I was not nearly as mad about the park incident. But I still held my ground, and sent him to bed early, and asked him to make sure he took care of his dog in the morning as part of his punishment.
We ended up making it to the Gala, the next day. He was surprisingly well behaved, and knew that I would leave if I had to. He was very good, bot a crazy man, and enjoyed seeing his favorite Coaches Bruno, Jeff and of course Matt. I had zero issues with him, and I start to wonder if the bedroom jail is the best option sometimes.....
Still losing my mind, one cell at a time.....
Momma Bear
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