So The Police Show Up With My Eight-Year-Old Son…

Sounds like a bad joke, right?  Only it isn’t.  Through a series of miscommunications and things that would be heartbreakingly comic if I was watching it on TV, my son ended up freaking out on the school bus.  So much so that the school police were called.  My car had mysteriously died this morning, my baby hadn’t slept all day and was wailing, my daughter was so disobedient that her head was practically spinning, I was out of Coke Zero (yeah, the no caffeine for a month thing?  Longest month of my life), and then this?

At least the officer was nice.

My son was delighted to be home and buzzed happily around the house, checking to make sure that the microwave, washer, dryer, and vacuum were all in their proper places.  Absolutely no sign of the trauma that had ensued.

I will be driving him for his last two days at school, because on Thursday we move him to an autism classroom.  I’m not sure about his new placement, but his current one is an awful fit.  Obviously, yeah?

My little troublemaker.  Getting into scrapes with the law.  Egads.

About these ads

4 thoughts on “So The Police Show Up With My Eight-Year-Old Son…

  1. Mercedes, glad Niko was okay after he got home. Sorry about crying Lilia (did I spell that correctly) and naughty Nina. Are you sure about this no caffeine thing?

    Sending all my love to you and yours.

    Hugs,

    Ardee-ann

  2. Pingback: Is Strapping The Boy Down Really The Answer? Apparently So. « A Broken Laptop

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s