My crappy day

( I didn’t want to put “shitty” in the title)

It started off well. The kids slept in a little, so I decided to shower before they got up. We had breakfast, they played, I cleaned and we headed out to the mall.

Today was the day that my brother had to go to court to find out his fate after not meeting his probation requirements for the hundredth time.

So while we were having lunch at the mall,  I decided to call my brother to make sure he was going to be there on time (he never is). He informed me that my dad’s flight was delayed and he was going to be late. Certainly I couldn’t let my brother go through this alone.

So I called my cousin to see if she could watch the kids (there’s no way in hell I’m taking them to the county courthouse), she can (thanks again!). I call work to make sure its ok that I come in late (a major highway in St. Louis is closed so traffic is highly unpredictable), Its ok.

So we leave the mall, I race home and get dressed for work, cancel my Thursday afternoon babysitters, and throw the kids back in the car. I drive 25 minutes to my cousins and throw the kids at her in the pouring down rain. I drive another 20 minutes to the county courthouse and somehow track down the courtroom that my brother is in.

We sat there while the lawyer and judge deliberated. My dad finally shows up. After some deliberating between the lawyer, my dad, and brother; the lawyer goes back to deliberating with the judge. (meanwhile I develop this nervous cold sweat thing, and I forgot deodorant. Its ok…for now)

So my brother accepts a plea bargain of 2 mos in county jail and then 90 days in a rehab facility. It was very emotional to watch them slap handcuffs on my brother and lead him away.

It was now 3:45 and I had to get to work. So, I gave my keys to my dad and sent him to pick up the kids, while I hunted down my brothers car in the parking garage. Found it. Good.

I get to the ticket window, I have no ticket. “I can’t let you out without a ticket, because someone just tried to steal a car from this garage.” I tell her, I don’t have a GD ticket. My brother has it and he’s in f-ing jail. “Well, you have to pay the lost ticket fee.” Whatever, I need to get to work. So I handed her my credit card. “We don’t take cards. There’s an ATM in the lobby of the hotel.” So I had to park the car. Run in and get cash. The freakin ATM is not working. Luckily my bro’s wallet was in the car and he had cash! Yeah!

So I made it to work. The whole time I was there I prayed there was no walkins because my BO was so bad!

So, it will be a long 6 mos of dragging Oliver to see uncle Ja-jo (that’s what they call him) in the slammer. He’s young enough that he won’t know what’s going on.

If you have any old magazines or books, I’m allowed to send them to him.

Please keep him in your prayers and hope this straightens him out for good.