Here's to the weekend
That started out on such a wicked note.

I took some time for me tonight, which has been needed after the week, of taking care of...
My daughter's health needs.
My son's behavior needs.
My husband's possible mono results
And my return to work after several days absence.

So after I left the house, the phone call came
Today he started the fight...not just participated in it.
If it continues we're going to get called in for a meeting.
A MEETING? 
Being on this side of the table (not being the teacher making the call...but being the parent who gets the call) sucks! 

So I decided to clear my mind. 
I listened to the music, i went for a walk, I read parts of my book, and I enjoyed the beauty of a sunset over the lake and enjoyed the quietness of the moment.

Apparently I was so relaxed that on the return trip home, I got a little distracted and turned down the wrong way of the highway and drove over the median to get back on my side of the road.  I was so nervous that I would get pulled over that I drove better than I have in years. 

I came home to my children listening to Captian Underpants, a new chpater book that my son just got.  Apparently, its not the type of book I would approve of, but the children and their daddy were enjoying it so why interrupt? 

Until I decided to approach the subject of the incident today.

Phew my son can go from one extreme to another.  His immediate reaction was, but mama, Jack lied.  And then we had to review the incident, the fight, the punishments, the reactions, and so on and so on.  Trying to explain to him that I don't really want to meet with his teacher and principal seemed to go in one ear and out the other. 

Off to bed we sent him, and I'm still sitting here waiting to hear the knock and the door and the police officer ask me where I was tonight.  I was delighted with the 2 hours of calm, but am worried about the rest.