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Some of you may remember that, a while back, CJ got himself into trouble and was put on probation. Then after that he moved up to Madison to live with Uncle Navy Dude and finish up high school. Part of all this was a promise from him that he’d keep in touch with his probation officer, pay the monthly fine of $40, and keep his nose clean.
Well, to his credit, he has been keeping his nose clean.
However (you saw this coming, didn’t you. I didn’t, which is the reason for this post) he has not been contacting his PO nor paying the monthly fine, even tho I’ve been seeing to it that he had the money to do so, along with weekly reminders to take care of it .”I KNOW, MOM…I’M DOING IT…DON’T WORRY, IT’S TAKEN CARE OF” said in a very “mom you’re such an idiot” tone of voice.
Well, guess who got a call from the probation officer last night. Guess who hasn’t been paying his fees or calling the PO. Since August. Guess who’s chances of getting into the school he desires with all his heart just plummeted because it turns out they do a background check. Guess who just might actually suffer the very real consequences of his actions without any sort of ability to blame me somehow.
If he fails to call the PO before 10, there will be a warrant for his arrest, and he’ll spend the remainder of his probation in the county jail. Which means no high school graduation, no NADC (they don’t accept GED), no lots of stuff. I want him to graduate. I don’t care if he goes to NADC or not. In fact, part of me doesn’t want him to because he doesn’t have the funds he needs, but he DOES have what he needs to go to a public tech school. He has the tuition money, but not enough for living expenses. If he goes to a public school, he has enough for tuition *and* living expenses. However, he’s set on NADC.
However, NADC does background checks, and if this thing with the PO bites him in the butt like it might, NADC would be moot, because they wouldnt have him.
We’ll see, won’t we. I called him last night (because I had the unbelievable foresight to get his best friend’s home phone number) and told him of what was going down. I let him know I was so pissed I couldn’t see straight and I hoped he was deeply thankful that he was 3 hours away. He was all “yes ma’am yes ma’am I’ll call him thank you ma’am” SO we’ll see, won’t we.
Here’s what I don’t want: comments of Oh your poor thing and all that. I want affirmations that my son is the Village Idiot and it’s high time he suffer a consequence or two. Without me having to be the one to impose the consequence, because I don’t want that responsibility.