Sep 09, 2007 12:12
I've been putting this post off for almost a week now, mainly because sometimes I feel like one big whiner/complainer even though this is my journal and where else can I do these things It's been a wing-dinger of a year so far and looks like it isn't getting any better any time soon.
The recent drama:
Labor Day 2007, the short non-hysterical, beyond angry, why-me post.
We woke up late, about 8:30ish and somewhere between breakfast & coffee discovered Tude and her BFF who spent the night, were not home. Upon further inspection we realize the hubby's truck is missing as well. After a few hours of driving around with hubby, we went home to do some phone searching. Friend #2 swears she hasn't talked to Tude since that Sunday afternoon. No one else has talked to her, she isn't answering any calls from anyone. oooooKay. So I went back out to look leaving hubby home to man the phones.
We find the truck, hubby calls says it was spotted, and it's been wrecked. I figure the girls are hiding out waiting for us to cool off..
I spent the better part of Monday driving all over Brevard county, with the AC showing Tude's picture to convenience stores, the theaters, even the bus folks... people recognize her from previous days but not that day. Finally another of her friends suddenly for what ever reason to do the right thing, and we haul butt to Titusville Wal-Mart, and find them. Suitcases & back packs ready to go god knows where.
Tears all around, apologies from the girls, more tears and we bring them home. This was around 5pm.
What actually happened... Tude, BFF and friend #2 all were in the truck. BFF was driving when she took a turn too short around the gas station and hit one of those cement barriers at the ends of the pumps. Tude panicking, took over tried backing up with the door open hitting and breaking the hinge. After some homeless guy helps them tie the door closed so they can drive, they gave him a RIDE! to Merritt Island. OMG. They then went to some other friends to see if they could "fix" the truck, upon finding out that wasn't gonna happen they came home, packed, ditched the truck and after that not sure how they got around, with help from their friends I am sure.
Of course it doesn't end there... the AC of course decides that I am not punishing tude hard or swift enough, excuse me for just being glad I found them so we had that argument too. She may be right, but you know as hard as we might have been on her, didn't do much good now did it? I just suck at this parenting thing.
So no phone, no friends, definitely no driving any time soon if ever, School, home that is pretty much it for right now. Eventually when (if) I let her get a job, she will have to pay to get the truck fixed. Of course phone calls were made first off by me to friend #2's mother to inform her that her kid lied, lies that could have cost me my kid. Not only did she know what happened and Tude's intent to run away, but she WAS PART OF IT! Of course both girls called me to apologize, yah everyone is sorry but no one is offering to chip in to fix the truck.
So, here I am nearly a week later, still somewhat pissed but mostly glad that my child (with the streetsmarts of a noodle) isn't out wandering the streets, possilby raped and or murdered. Stuff is stuff, trucks can be fixed or replaced, but my child can not.
So this entry is more for me, comments disabled because I don't want comments assuring me I'm a good parent, because if I am it's totally a fluke, or what I could have done or should have not done because after all the second guessing frankly I'm just feeling very lucky that it had a happy ending. Some will understand, those who don't I guess I can't explain it. In either case no comments necessary
Luv ya all
labor day drama,
driving,
tude