today, I had the pleasure of calling the police because my wonderful son would not get up for school. as you couldn't possibly know, he is on probation for missing more school days last year than any other student at his school. so whenever he refuses to get up in the morning, I have to threaten to call the police to come get him. usually the threat is enough to motivate him to move his ass, but today it didn't work. I assume he was testing me, I believe that I passed.
2004 has been a year of many firsts for me: the first time I went to court (juvenile court), the first time I went to a police station (to report him missing when I went to wake him up for school and couldn't find him), the first time I saw someone I love in handcuffs (yeah, him again) and the first time I have called the police to come to my house (see above). 2005 better be a whole lot better than that. in March, he turns 18. I don't know what will happen with any of this at that point.
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you mean my first one? how did I do that?
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