Sorry for the slight delay in the Story of Jezebel and Ahab....A girl got caught up in world problems! Ya know, work, life, rotator cuff surgery, recovery and still recovering from it. Now I have plenty of time to do nothing important and well, I know you all are waiting to hear the rest of the story. The best part is, there is more to the story!
A couple days pass after Mother Theresa's visit, all was well at our house because we weren't the ones with the problem. Alright, we did have a little problem, Jezebel apparently needed a refresher course in what is and is not appropriate cellphone etiquette. We had a short and sweet conversation which consisted of the following; How stupid are you? What message are you sending when you send something like this to a teenage boy......especially one with a snooping kinda of mother? I threw the bit in about his Mom because she knew his Mom was like this. Conversation complete. End of Story - For us anyway.
Ahab's story continued on account dear Mother Teresa was on a war path! As I have previously stated, we don't condone what Jezebel did but we also know teens will be teens. My interest for Ahab's continued imprisonment was based on the fact, he did nothing. I don't recall mentioning this part of the equation, Jezebel readily admitted, he did not ask for her to send him any picture. She was just feeling gracious I suppose - ha ha! Mother Teresa clearly did not appreciate Jezebel's generosity.
Ahab's punishment consisted of the following;
1. Confiscation of his iPhone which he paid for with his own money (more on this later)
2. No longer permitted to ride with friend to school - must ride school bus
3. Loss of personal freedoms until further notice
Now, I don't know about you but I, personally feel like this is overkill! If you have at all read any of my previous musings, you might recall I am not big on grounding or "restrictions", as my Dad would lovingly call it. Discipline must be fitting to the crime. While we are discussing discipline, the whole point of it, in my humble opinion, is to teach. It is easy to take things away, it is easy to ground your subject to the house, their room and restrict them from using things but at the end of a very long day - who the hell has the time or energy to oversee the punishment? I surely don't! It is much easier for me to be creative and make them understand the error in judgment by speaking to them about the misfortunate event and helping them figure out how to make it right - Enough said!
As I said, a couple days had passed and then one evening as I had just slothed my tired self to bed, here comes Jezebel into my room with her phone in hand. She begins to tell me it is Ahab, apparently he and Mother Teresa had some sort of disagreement, which ended with him taking off, running to Kroger, borrowing a stranger's phone and calling her. Now she wants me to talk to him because she doesn't know what to do. Well superfantastic! I am 100% sure I am not an expert in this field of parenting. I take the phone from her and begin speaking with Ahab, who gives me a quick rundown of what happened. I tell him to give us a minute, Jezebel and I will come get you. Luckily we can spit on Kroger from our house and why he didn't just finish the trek here, I will never know. Jezebel and I go to Kroger, pick the Ahab up. When we arrive home, he recounts his great escape from the clutches of Mother Theresa. Oddly enough she told him to get out and the boy did just that. I am assuming she had imagined him sulking himself right back to his bedroom. I have learned over the past six months, Mother Theresa parents with way too much emotion and knee jerk reactions. I, personally, prefer a well thought out disciplinary action that sufficiently embarrasses and teaches a value lesson...to each their own I guess!
Now I have an escapee cuddling with my daughter on the couch, Deputy Dad texting me from upstairs telling me he can not stay and I am preparing a plate of cookies and milk for the runaway. HAHAHA If you believe I was preparing cookies and milk....you don't know me very well! However, my first instinct was to hear the whole story and think about how I am going to deal with this. Deputy Dad and I have very different thoughts on this kind of thing. I am already embroidering a Christmas Stocking for the baby boy I never had and Scott is cleaning his shotgun and preparing for Mother Theresa's next move. Realistically I knew the police would be showing up at my house at anytime and I being a genius knew I needed to get one step ahead of this situation. But first, I am going to let Jezebel and Ahab hang out for awhile so I can think and Lord knows when he gets back in Mother Theresa's clutches his freedom is over.
After about an hour I decided the best route was to take him to the police station and drop him off. First I gave him a talk about what to say because you never know what teenagers will say and even though I know he is a good kid, I wanted him to put himself in a position where he didn't look like an unruly delinquent; Let's face it, we don't really know how Mother Theresa is going to position herself when she files a report!
We set out for the police station and passed by his home on the way - sure enough the police are there. We continue to the station. Upon our arrival there is no one there, mind you we live in a small town and I guess they don't really need someone in there twenty-four hours. I reminded him of our talk and how he was to tell the police he and his mom got into a tiff, she told him to get out but he didn't know where else to go. Easy enough. Jezebel and I head back home and no sooner than we had settled in the house, there was the knock. I answer the door and invite the officer in and explain the situation. I also tell him that Mother Theresa is bat shit crazy because, why not? I told him where he could find Ahab and that was that.
Jezebel gave me updates on the situation as they happened. She could only see him at school and school was only a couple weeks from letting out for the summer. Mother Theresa had taken him to the juvenile department in our county and had him drug tested - he passed with flying colors, she picked up paperwork to file unruly juvenile charges on him and then put him on lock down. Luckily, she never filed the unruly charges on him and quite frankly, any judge in his right mind would probably laugh at her for dragging a good student, who isn't on drugs, holds down a job and isn't out robbing, raping and pillaging the town.
Ahab wasn't allowed to see Jezebel for a couple weeks but before he left for his dad's for the summer, she did allow him to come over for about two hours one evening. Ahab went to his dad's for about six weeks and I am sure it was such a relief for him to be able to simply breathe.
I do not understand Mother Theresa. I do not understand her here or there, I do not understand her anywhere. I would not understand her in a box. I would not understand her with the help of a fox. I would not understand in train. I would not understand her in the rain. I do not understand Mother Theresa.
Sincerely,
The Queen Of Insanity
