I’m just exhausted. Yesterday, I was a walking zombie. I brought Rusty to speech therapy, met Alex for lunch, and got home at 3. The clocks in my house still said 2 and I thought I had an hour to nap, but upon checking my phone, I realised it was really 3pm. Balls.
So, we picked up Nick and went to get his hair cut. He looks like a little boy instead of a dirty hippie now. After the haircut, we got some groceries and went home.
My neighbour was out and about and I invited him in to talk since I didn’t want to stand outside and talk (and I had groceries to bring in). We ended up yapping for about 40 minutes about various crap and when he left, I was in a dead hurry to get dinner ready.
Alex got home shortly after six and as soon as dinner was ready I grabbed some knitting, hopped in the car, and hung out at Panera for a few hours.
After I got home, Alex brought to my attention an egg of Skittles candy on a shelf out of Nick’s reach. He had it in his room and was trying to sneak eat it. He told his dad that I said it was okay for him to have it. I knew immediately that he was lying. When we were at the grocery store, he wanted one and I had said no. While I wasn’t looking, he put it into his pocket and finally successfully shoplifted it. (I had busted his previous two attempts at shoplifting) So, today after school, we’re going to the store to return it and he’s telling the cashier that he stole it and he is very sorry.
If he ever does it again, we’re going to the police station where he can tell the police what he did. He’s convinced that if he ever steals again he’ll go to jail. So, if it so happens that he does shoplift again, I’m going to ask the cops if they can bring him to a jail cell for 30 minutes or so, just to scare him straight. We’ll see. I just hope he never steals again.
Little fucker.