Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Ten Days

For some stupid reason, Rocky took a steak knife to school. Of course, since he is a candidate for the dumb criminals hall of fame, the flap of his backpack, where the steak knife was stashed, got caught in his locker door, and the knife fell out.

And, being Rocky, he denied it up one side and down the other, horribly sincere. I told him, "I want the truth. I do not want to be blindsided when I go into the principal's office tomorrow morning. Our knives are unusual, and I will know right away if they are ours, so let me know now what to expect."

Nope. No way was it our knife. Wide eyes, sincere expression. I swear, Mom. Okay. Glad to hear it. I will defend you.

When I went in to the principal's office the next morning, I was of course blindsided. I told the principal, "It's one of ours. The little squirt's been lying to me. Where do we go from here."

I think he was a bit dumfounded at my reaction. However, why would I deny it? Obviously it was ours, and unless aliens beamed it out of my kitchen drawer and into the locker, Rocky was involved.

So we have ten days of suspension, which I am attempting to make as close to Hell on Earth as I possibly can. If I had my way, he would have been suspended in school, in a public area, where everyone could see him. However, this at-home thing is a punishment for me, too, as I have to come up with activities and labor to fill his time. I gave him a stack of worksheets and had him clean the linen closet, and it is now nine a.m.

This is going to be a long long long suspension. For both of us.

6 comments:

Reverend Mom said...

Ten days plus weekends equals more time than I want to think about. At least Daughter is still going to the workshop 2 days a week....

maeve said...

I sat on our school board for two terms and, as the mom of two RADs, succeeded in implementing in-school suspension and Saturday School for kids who needed detention plus. Mother Appears Hostile.

My David spent many Saturdays in school. At least he wasn't at home. I think they still do it, twenty years later.

Poor guy, must have been really scared. Now he has reason to be more scared -- two weeks at home with mom who's planning, planning, planning.

I suggest a big family ceremony where he's awarded the "Goofball of the Year Award". Was that stupid, or what? Are you cooking soup as we speak? Soup is so good for fixing the brains of kids who make terrible decisions.

Munchkin Mom said...

Actually, soup is nurturing and ever evolving, especially over this amount of time. So it is PB, V8, soy milk, and an apple or orange, every meal. For ten days PLUS the weekends. I made up a bunch of sandwiches and stashed them in the freezer.

Day 2: He went to work with Dad and scrubbed their bathrooms. By five o'clock, he was begging to go to bed. No such luck.

Munchkin Mom said...

I like the goofball of the year award. Hmmmm.

TobyBo said...

I am so sorry I can't even think of anything else to say.

Munchkin Mom said...

Thank you.