got plenty of thinking to do
Friday morning Steve came home from work and whisked us away to Dexter's last appointment for his helmet. He is finally done with that thing! On the way there Steve told me he had good news and bad news and asked which I wanted first. The bad news was that he had been suspended for three days because he was within earshot of sexual harassment happening but apparently didn't notice it and couldn't give them a definite yes or no as to why it happened. The good news was he had the entire weekend off, and after a talk with the union rep, he was pretty confident he would end up getting paid for it.
I didn't mind any of it. Any extra time I get I love.
Then, on Saturday, during a run to Wal-Mart, I made a huge mistake. We were leaving and I assumed Steve would grab the diaper bag from the cart when he grabbed Dex. I even pushed the cart away from the car and didn't notice the diaper bag was still in it. We got home, realized it wasn't with us, and headed straight back to walmart. We couldn't have been gone from the bag for more than 5 minutes. 10 at the most. Of course the bag was gone. We were devastated. Some favorite clothes and toys of Dexter's were in there, not to mention my house keys and cell phone. We filed a police report and hoped for the best.
I had just begun to get over this when I was woken up from a nap by Steve telling me whoever had taken our bag had returned it to the apartment we lived in with his dad. He now lives in the apartment directly above it, but there was mail in the bag that still had our old address on it.
Of all the places, and of all the people to end up with my bag. What the hell. He told Steve he had spent a month in a mental hospital. I'll believe that when I get some proof. He also asked to see Dex. I don't know what to do. I want to be noble and not use Dex or keep him from people, but that man is a fucking pyscho. I would not ever feel safe if I were alone with that man. There are deep recesses of my brain that are sure he had our bag because he followed us and saw us leave it.
I try not to listen to that part.
What should I do, oh wise and powerful livejournal friends? I beg for some impartial advice. I don't want to ruin my sons relationship with his grandfather because the man was mean to me.
I didn't mind any of it. Any extra time I get I love.
Then, on Saturday, during a run to Wal-Mart, I made a huge mistake. We were leaving and I assumed Steve would grab the diaper bag from the cart when he grabbed Dex. I even pushed the cart away from the car and didn't notice the diaper bag was still in it. We got home, realized it wasn't with us, and headed straight back to walmart. We couldn't have been gone from the bag for more than 5 minutes. 10 at the most. Of course the bag was gone. We were devastated. Some favorite clothes and toys of Dexter's were in there, not to mention my house keys and cell phone. We filed a police report and hoped for the best.
I had just begun to get over this when I was woken up from a nap by Steve telling me whoever had taken our bag had returned it to the apartment we lived in with his dad. He now lives in the apartment directly above it, but there was mail in the bag that still had our old address on it.
Of all the places, and of all the people to end up with my bag. What the hell. He told Steve he had spent a month in a mental hospital. I'll believe that when I get some proof. He also asked to see Dex. I don't know what to do. I want to be noble and not use Dex or keep him from people, but that man is a fucking pyscho. I would not ever feel safe if I were alone with that man. There are deep recesses of my brain that are sure he had our bag because he followed us and saw us leave it.
I try not to listen to that part.
What should I do, oh wise and powerful livejournal friends? I beg for some impartial advice. I don't want to ruin my sons relationship with his grandfather because the man was mean to me.