I'm sitting down at my comptuer to work on the powerpoint for the speaking engagements I have in Texas after we meet the boys. As is typical of late, I must whine that I'm pretty tired tonight.
Salinda had court and they put her back in detention. She is supposed to meet with her new mental health worker (which we are happy about -- it's either mental health or child protection, so Im glad they are heading int he mental health direction) and her therapist tomorrow to try to determine the best placement.
Then Tuesday they are having a meeting, without us because we'll be out of town, to make further recommendations.
It makes me a little nervous to be kept out of the loop in regards to this stuff, cuz I am a self-proclaimed control freak, but in some ways it is a relief. The P.O. has said she is recommending a longer-than-thirty-day stay somewhere. She has told us that she will not send her home as she is not getting the seriousness of her choices and she has been given too many chances. We'll be supportive, but what we think at this point isn't all that relevant. She's made her choices and now it is out of our hands.
So for now I just have to wait and see what happens. I was in the middle of a "crisis" work situation call when the detention center called and asked if I wanted to talk to her. I told them I couldn't right then. And I don't think I'm going to call again tonight. I just really need some space from her cocky unrepentant attitude and my other kids deserve to receive some of my emotional energy.
One of the things I think is most sad in families like ours is when one child forces parents to give them the majority of their emotional energy and the kids who are doing well get ignored. When Kyle came home tonight I said, "Wow, it's great to see one of our children who is both employed and not participating in illegal activities." He's doing quite well and it is fun to see him.