In Passing

So, today is Monday. We all know they suck. This morning, per usual, I put myself in auto gear, and rallied to perform those morning tasks that get me out of the house, into the car, and on the road to work. Yuk. Arrived at the office to discover that I had forgotten today was Martin Luther King Day, and it is a paid holiday in our company. For Pete's sake. As pathetic as it is, I live for three day weekends. And here I didn't even remember one. Wondering if a Monday still sucks if you get your butt out of bed, drive 45 minutes to work only to discover you have the day off? Hmmmm - maybe partially.

What does one do with the unexpected gift of 'time'? Well, lets see. I could wash the dogs. I could bake something nice, put a fire in the wood stove. I could clean cabinets or closets or something. I could write a short story. Take a nap. Watch a movie. Sit in the hot tub. Study. Play chess with Sean. I've already reflected on this 'gift' in a prior blog. I think I'll just let the day unfold. Some days are just meant for that.

As for Sunday and the pot in the bedroom drama. I did call the police. Sean was shocked to discover that I did that. The officer came to the house and inspected the goods, only to determine that what we were looking at was not pot. It was cloves. The officer had a closed door session with Sean in his bedroom, and informed me that he tried to put the fear of God in him, and that if he EVER had to come to this house again on such a call, he would take Sean away with him, even if it was cloves, under a charge of "suspicion". He explained to me that they have been seeing a rash of kids selling 'pot' to other kids which was heavily cut with cloves. He also commended me for not dismissing what I found, and calling him, and he stated he wished more parents would do that. The office repeated to me that I should NEVER hesitate to call if the situation arose again, and to never think I am inconveniencing the force.

I'm appreciative of all of you who may have thought of us and prayed. It was terrifically difficult for me to take such strong action. The feared consequences did not occur. One consequence that I worried about was Sean's anger. Not in a physical sense. I was afraid this action might make a distance between us that would put him out of reach.

In fact, it seems the exact opposite happened. It created a table for discussion, if he was angry he controlled it well, and I commented on that. It gave us both the opportunity to hear each other out. I think I've clearly demonstrated that I will enforce boundaries, and I think he respects that, and I think he needed that. Go mom! Thank you again for your imput and prayer.

And as this day unfolds, I wish the world

Peace.