Sometime You've Got to Lay Hands

I finished my last post feeling confident a simple unexpected visit to my youngest son's place of learning would do the trick and turn things around.

WRONG.

That next morning, I had just stepped out of the shower preparing to get dressed when the phone rings. It's my youngest. He proceeds to tell me that he is in ISS (In School Suspension) for the day. As one can imagine at this point, I'm ready to blow a gasket.

Long story short. I followed through with my school visit, spoke with a few teachers, got a feel from the faculty and staff then returned home to plot my next move.

The acting out continued for another week. The final straw came when after another day of misbehaving at school, receiving a phone call from a teacher while my son stood there, spoke with him myself, then going right back to the behavior that preceded the phone call (as if to say f--- you), coming home as if everything was fine and giving me attitude in front of company...really?

I apologized and excused myself from my company, then proceeded to tan that ass!

We've been good since.

A note I received two weeks ago from one of his teacher's. "Mrs. XXXXXXXX, I wanted to let you know that since our talk, XXXXXXX has been a different child. He seems happier and is doing his work. I hope this keeps going in the right direction."

;)