Sometimes a kid with a big mouth can be a blessing.
I got cornered by the younger girls' school principle today. Apparently Little Miss Naughty told her about the window. She asked me if I had spoken to anyone besides the police about what has been happening and my answer was "like who?" We've never experienced anything like this before, so we don't know what our options are. She then introduced me to the home-school liason worker, who is one of those people that knows everybody. (I later found out she even knows my mother-in-law.) She asked if she could speak to the neighborhood taskforce on my behalf, and pass the information to them to see what they could do. Like I'm going to say no!
Later this afternoon, she called me at home. She asked if I could stop in the school at 3 p.m. to speak to the taskforce people, but I really didn't have the time, as The Hubster had an appointment at 4 and needed to be out of the house by 3:30 - which meant that I had to be home to get Little Miss Happy Pants off the bus. Since I couldn't make it, she said she would pass along all the information to the taskforce people so they could call me. I didn't expect them to call quite so quickly, though.
They just phoned about a half an hour ago. They are going to meet me at the school tomorrow at 3 p.m. and take a formal statement regarding everything that has happened with the asshats. I don't know what - if anything - is going to come of it, but as I told The Hubster - I just want to make sure that I've done everything I possibly can do. I can't just sit on my hands and hope this goes away. And I can't continue to live in fear. It's affecting every aspect of my life. I can't eat, can't sleep, and I'm afraid to even walk out the front door. Obviously there are times when I simply don't have a choice - like when my kids need to go to school or get picked up from there - but I have to be honest: my heart pounds every time I walk out the door. They're not usually around in the morning (thank God!), but they usually ARE around in the afternoon, so I've started going out the back way when I leave to pick the girls up in the afternoon. But I shouldn't have to. I shouldn't have to plan everything in my life around these people.
So that's what I'll be doing tomorrow - talking to the police. At this point, I don't even care if anything happens to the asshats. I just want to be left alone to live my life in peace. Sure, it would be nice if they could start getting some consequences for their actions, but if they would just leave me alone, that will be enough.
Eventually their karma will catch up to them and bite them in the ass.
Later this afternoon, she called me at home. She asked if I could stop in the school at 3 p.m. to speak to the taskforce people, but I really didn't have the time, as The Hubster had an appointment at 4 and needed to be out of the house by 3:30 - which meant that I had to be home to get Little Miss Happy Pants off the bus. Since I couldn't make it, she said she would pass along all the information to the taskforce people so they could call me. I didn't expect them to call quite so quickly, though.
They just phoned about a half an hour ago. They are going to meet me at the school tomorrow at 3 p.m. and take a formal statement regarding everything that has happened with the asshats. I don't know what - if anything - is going to come of it, but as I told The Hubster - I just want to make sure that I've done everything I possibly can do. I can't just sit on my hands and hope this goes away. And I can't continue to live in fear. It's affecting every aspect of my life. I can't eat, can't sleep, and I'm afraid to even walk out the front door. Obviously there are times when I simply don't have a choice - like when my kids need to go to school or get picked up from there - but I have to be honest: my heart pounds every time I walk out the door. They're not usually around in the morning (thank God!), but they usually ARE around in the afternoon, so I've started going out the back way when I leave to pick the girls up in the afternoon. But I shouldn't have to. I shouldn't have to plan everything in my life around these people.
So that's what I'll be doing tomorrow - talking to the police. At this point, I don't even care if anything happens to the asshats. I just want to be left alone to live my life in peace. Sure, it would be nice if they could start getting some consequences for their actions, but if they would just leave me alone, that will be enough.
Eventually their karma will catch up to them and bite them in the ass.