Bring my boy home!!!!!

As much as I hate to say this, I had an amazing sleep last night. Guess when you know all your children are safe..alive...rooves over their head.. suddenly what more can your mental mother ask for? Nothing.. life is ok. FOR.NOW

I woke up this morning in a time warp. Suddenly everywhere I looked I seen my little man. My only boy.. chasin ants w/no diapers on and happy as a pig in shit when he caught one. The blonde hair, deep brown i-got-mommys-eyes... sweetest little mole on his cheek you ever seen, sometimes it makes me wanna call him John-Boy. Then I warp back. My boy is in JAIL. Is he ok? Is he eating, do they really eat that well there?? Is he sleeping... my gawd I'm sure he's been in the same underwear since he left I swear i washed every pair the imp owned on Sunday.

The King was long gone to the courthouse for the slated "bond" hearing.

I really don't recall what happened to me. I mean I called him.. I felt normal.. suddenly this over protective creature jumped out of my face and roared at the King:

YOU TURN THAT VAN AROUND AND GO GET MY SON DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? GET.MY.SON!!!!

King: ah.. ok.

Few hours later I've had the needed amount of caffeine to legally start thinking.. I call the king back and try to be a bit nicer.

It happened again. OMG HOW DID THIS HAPPEN TWICE IN A DAY??? Things came outta my face that my mind thought of AFTER. Apparently.. not enough caffeine to be using the phone.

Hours pass................ hours........... I begin to call the King and get his voicemail immediately, for like an hour. I got so pissed I told myself when he gets home I am SMASHING his cell phone. It's only AFTER the King gets home he informs me he txt my cell to let me know he was in court w/the convict and had to shut his phone off. GREAT MAKE ME LOOK LIKE THE ASS CAUSE I DUNNO WHERE IN HELL THAT CELL PHONE IS....thanks captain!

Bottom line is.. charges were deferred but King and convict have to meet with immigration in the morning.

I took a collect call from the convict... this is kinda how it went

RING RING

Me: Hello?

Phone: You have a 'collect call' from Maricopa County Jail...................." 3 mins later i finally get instructed to press 5 to accept.

I press 5.

Me; Hello?

Jeff: Mom why didn't you get me outta here today?

Me: We can't. You have to meet w/immigration we did manage to get the charges deferred, you'll be entering some angermanagement classes and such

Jeff: What I'm not gettin out today??????? (oh my poor boy is so so..............stu...simple)

Me: No.. tomorrow morning.. but have you learned anything?

Jeff: This your's and king's fault!

I think someone should knocked me out at that point I felt like I was hit hard enough

Me: Jeff I told you to leave Thursday.. you got arrested Sunday how in hell is that my fault?

Jeff: I want out of here mom I'm starving I want to come home to eat some food that's good.

Me: Are you not even the sightest bit sorry?

Jeff: Yes! I said I was 50 million times... get me outa of here.. let me talk to the king...

I pass the phone to the King shaking my head, listening to him have the same conversation with the boy he had this morning, I just had, he's having again.

He will take his punishment and deal with it whether he wants to or not. Doesn't matter to me he's 18.. he's my son.

I dont expect things to be smooth.. I actually anticapate them getting much worse. But he's my son,, I just want him home.

In the meantime, I do hope he learns something from this..even if he won't admit it.

Damn I love my convict.