Between a new job and a new puppy, I have been quite busy these days and haven’t had any time to write. But I wanted to share something that happened about a week ago. I did share it with friends on Facebook, but I also wanted to preserve this memory. And with it now being Halloween, it seems fitting.
First I will say that I have some pretty unique girls. I’m sure I blogged about the fake blood my girls made when they were younger by bleeding the ink of various markers until they had just the right color combination – which then ended up on my carpet. I never did mention my youngest shaving her head. Then there are the freaky, goth and bloody selfies they like to routinely create. So to assume my girls are like other girls their ages would be a false assumption. I never know what to expect with them.
So about a week ago (also my first week in my new job), I received a text message from my youngest, Klara:
She had gotten into a fight?! Not my baby! This seems out of character for her, but is it really that far-fetched? My first thought was “oh shit”. From the angle of the photo, I assumed she sent me the text as she was being walked to the principal’s office at her school. My responses immediately started flowing:
“Why?” …..Was she being bullied, because she is unique?….nothing
“Did you Win?” ….wait I’d better not ask that unless I know if she started it first; message deleted.
“Call me” .…and waited…and waited….. No text from her, no call from the school.
“With who?” …..Not that this really mattered, let me at that kid….nothing
“Who started it?” ….Dying to know, because if it wasn’t her, I hope she won!….nothing
“How is your face?” ….If her hand looks this bad, I can only imagine….nothing
“What’s going on?” ….Is the school going to call me?….nothing
I was getting more and more anxious. I couldn’t believe I was going to have to leave work during my first week. This was the only thing that kept me from taking off for the school right away; I was going to wait until they called. Still, I needed to be prepared for that call. I went to the school website to look up the disciplinary policy on fighting. Fighting – a category 3 offense, comes with five days of out-of-school suspension and possible referral to DHA. Oh shit. There goes my AP student’s grades. There’s a black mark on her school record for college. But worse than her school punishment, look at that hand – it looks broken! That is going to require a hospital trip and x-rays.
She finally responded, “It’s special effects day”, and “You signed the permission slip for it“. Special effects day!!! I remember signing a permission slip for something, but who really reads those?! When my girls want to do something that requires a permission slip, I figure it must be alright and let them enjoy whatever they like. I rarely read the slips, and most of the time I am more annoyed that I have to give teenagers permission to participate in school activities. I think they are old enough to decide what they do or do not want to participate in. Then she added another photo indicating she got burned too.
Ha Ha Ha. Relief set in, but I still could have killed my child for scaring me like that. I told her to make sure her teacher knew she deserved an ‘A’ for her prank, and from what I understand, the teacher was quite amused. I’m glad someone was! Ok, I was too…after several minutes had passed. All I can say is, I am glad I didn’t run out the door at work since this was my first week in my new job!!! Kids!!