The Kid Named M...

Oiy Vay! M has done it again. For a full picture I must start at last week Monday.

Monday - M missed the bus. So I drove him to school and he slept the whole way. I felt sleep deprived and was SO cranky.

Tuesday - Is this a sceene in Groundhog Day? Please tell me no because I hate that movie. You got it. M missed the bus AGAIN. Mind you this time James and I had gone to bed at 3 and M woke us up at 645. Yup. I was grumpy and made James take him bc I was going to strangle him.

For a full big picture, you must know M's school is about 30 minutes from our house one way. So it is a treck.

So James takes him, and I am so angry I cannot sleep. So I get up and take M's color cords to his TV/DVD player. And sent him a text, something like this..."If you cannot act like an adult and go to bed and get up in time you lose privelages. Your TV cords are MINE until further notice. I am SO angry with you."

Tuesday night he realizes his cords are gone and gets PISSED when I tell him he cannot have them.

Wednesday, what do you know going to bed at 9 makes him get up on time. That night he asks for his cords back. I telll him nope, he can have the, friday night. Again...annoyance/anger.

Thursday....I wake up to yelling, "Stop when you come by again!! I need to get dressed!!!" No joke. So he is scrambling to get dressed so when the bus makes a second go past our house he will be ready. This is where my hormonal irritability bubbles up. "AND THAT IS WHY YOU DO NOT HAVE YOUR CORDS!!!!" In the process M gets on the bus after it honks and honks out front and I yell like a crazy person, "YOU HAD BETTER NOT MISS THE BUS AGAIN M!"

He doesnt miss the bus, but it left James and I wide awake. :-/ not happy. At all. Thursday was my final, so much for a good nights sleep...and I had to work that night to top it off!

Friday. I wake up get to doing stuff and around 345 realize, "Huh, where is M? His bus is usually here by 330." I make a bunch of calls. To find out: he skipped school. Decided fishing would be a better choice. And his Mom knew. And his Mom lied to my Mom and said he was there that morning for counseling. So sick of lies!!

So I called his teacher, PO, counselor (to see if he had counseling), and DHS worker. I am beyond livid. So I go to town, to pick up some things for dinner. Upon entering the house...M is sitting on the couch. Like nothing happened.

"M where were you this afternoon?"
"Oh, I stayed after school" (Straight faced and everything...)
"Don't you DARE lie to me."
"Oh"
"I talked to your teacher. You skipped school"
"Oh I went fishing."

Insert explicit words and red faced Jessica.
Later we let him know, he broke probation. We told his PO. Ect, ect.

Angerly, I go to work.

Saturday. I slept til 2 got up at 230 and he brought me mail. James had been working as well from 11-4. There was a time M wasnt in the house. Then I saw him shooting his bow. So I thought nothing of it.

I went back to bed for a nap around 715. 920 James wakes me up early, "Jess...I am so sorry to wake u up early. But Mike is missing and I dont know what to do!"
"What?!"
"I let him go for a bike ride around 8. And he is gone."
"What the hell?!"
"I called him and he pocket answered me. There is talk of drugs...having 5 grams and selling it, and talk of stealing things."
"Oh MY God!! WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON?!"

Later we realize, his bow is gone. His bedding is gone. His cell phone is gone. He ran away.

Seriously.

There are more details...but I am just so fed up just thinking about it I need a break....

Will finish later.