Every parent’s nightmare

This is scary.  There is a blond woman who just this week tried to abduct three children.  Three children from three different preschools in our town.  Our little town!

Thank goodness the teachers manage to stop her.  Every time.

What does the police do? NOTHING  This is on camera!  They do nothing!?  Why any normal thinking person would ask?  Because she hasn’t technically done anything wrong yet.

WTF!?  Must she first abduct, abuse or sell a child before they are willing to step in!?

Even at Jay’s Grade R classes they have stepped up the security.  

Obviously I have given the stranger and do-not-go-with-anyone talk again. 

All day long. 

 

Intimidated

I share so easily.  Good or bad.  I open up my world to the world.  Not just an open window but big open sliding doors.  Yet I feel I cannot share my current situation.  Not all of it.

What I can say is that I feel intimidated.  I feel scared.  I feel violated.  I am hugely upset yet I have realized that I am not capable of showing that emotion.  I can be so proper on the outside.  I think admitting to that makes me feel vulnerable (that’s for another post though)

I am totally unsure as to how to handle this situation as it seems that once again our Police isn’t willing to step up and do anything.

Don’t worry.  Nothing has happened - yet.  I have just been ‘threatened’.  Uggles uggles words and a bit of a threat.

 

Taxi mom

When I took that very first pregnancy test … hoping, hoping for a postive test, I thought of a baby. Beautiful tiny little baby child. I read many many magizines. I joined message boards on the internet. I googled every single possible detail. I felt completely prepared by the time my first son was born. And I was. I wasn’t the typical first time mom. I was totally prepared.

The baby magazines only go till the age of 3 though. When they take that first big move out of home and to pre-school. This is when I realized that no matter how much you prepare yourself for baby and toddler time..those go by real quick. Real quick.

Now I find myself bored endlessly sitting in the car. A lot. No one…not one magazine, not the doctor who handled the birth or the lactation consultant bothered to tell me that in the end…eventually…I will be the taxi mom. Not one of them!

If they had I would have prepared myself. Done research. Saved more for fuel. Worked out time schedules ahead of time. Figured out which snacks can last in the car for longer than 2 days. How to get the trash out of the car in record time.

I spend a lot of time in that car. Waiting for my kids. I even do homework with Quintus there, when Jason has golf lessons.

I used to roll my eyes at the ‘mom’ cars when I was in school. Especially when it had the “Mom’s taxi” sticker on it. Who knew. Now I’m just a taxi mom too.

Then this happens:

 

Rain

As we were driving home from work yesterday, it started raining. I turned down the music and told the boys just how much I love rain. How rain seems to be an instant lift. No anti-depressant comes near it. That rain just makes me happy.

Quintus replies (with a laugh) ” Yeah, I love rain too. Love it. It keeps me safe. The bad guys don’t like getting wet”

Mmmmm…..not quite what I meant big boy.