From the police station.
D-girl was staying the night at a friends. A friend who has a bit of a not so great reputation in my eyes already anyway. Half way through the night I started having a "mom-dar" feeling that things were not quite right. I texted D-girl (name changed to protect the innocent) and asked if she was alive, she said yes. Still before I went to sleep my "mom-dar" was going off. I fell asleep anyway... Until 2 am.
RING RING.... RING RING... Number I do not know but its 2am and two of my children are staying the night out so I answer. This is Denise with Rogers PD. Do you have a daughter D****y D****n? O M G if you are ever out of coffee, just have the cops call you telling you they have your daughter. You will wake up quicker than having downed an entire pot through IV fluids. Trust me.
Of course they cannot tell me what has happened, or even if she is okay. Just where she is and that I need to come and get her. Of course I have to tell them things like what I am going to be driving and how long I should be... So I drive there, half way unable to see wondering what the hell has just gone down. Is she hurt, was she raped, I convince myself that if either were the case, she would have been being picked up from the hospital, not a cop car... So then I get a bit angry. Is she drunk, high, was she hurting someone else, breaking in to cars... I am almost to the location they told me to go to, and they call telling me they have CHANGED Locations. I am to go there now. O M G this has already been the longest drive of my life.
I pull into the parking lot of the park and I see my daughter, back seat of a cop car... I thought about taking a photo to send to her dad, proud moment baby. She gets out and immediately she's her normal perky self. Excited even she got to ride in the back of a cop car. She was not doing anything wrong, just walking the streets at 2am and in Rogers, there is no set curfew so it is not illegal to do. However it is not safe, and the police felt they needed to go home, which is why they called. Now WHY could they have not told me that over the phone????
So I do not think I will get grey hairs over this, pretty sure I am just going to start balding now instead. Which is fine, I have very thick hair to begin with.
So I brought my daughter home, we set our own PERSONAL curfew for her, and she will NOT again in her life until she is over 18 stay with T-Girl again. This is not the first time I've had a 2am call to pick her up from someplace she was not supposed to be whilst staying with T-Girl. At least though, the last call was from HER and not the police.
So then once I got home, my pot of "cop coffee" was still kicked in and I could not fall asleep to save my own life. My husband, however was blissfully snoring before I even got home with the girl.... Must be nice. So I listened to my book, and my husband saw logs, when I finally moved to another bed at around 4 because he was snoring so loudly.... Which woke him up and irritated him. So sorry.
SO the rest of my day today has GOT to be better. I am not leaving the house, and no cops better call. All my kids are home with me and I am still jittery from my "cop coffee".
D-girl was staying the night at a friends. A friend who has a bit of a not so great reputation in my eyes already anyway. Half way through the night I started having a "mom-dar" feeling that things were not quite right. I texted D-girl (name changed to protect the innocent) and asked if she was alive, she said yes. Still before I went to sleep my "mom-dar" was going off. I fell asleep anyway... Until 2 am.
RING RING.... RING RING... Number I do not know but its 2am and two of my children are staying the night out so I answer. This is Denise with Rogers PD. Do you have a daughter D****y D****n? O M G if you are ever out of coffee, just have the cops call you telling you they have your daughter. You will wake up quicker than having downed an entire pot through IV fluids. Trust me.
Of course they cannot tell me what has happened, or even if she is okay. Just where she is and that I need to come and get her. Of course I have to tell them things like what I am going to be driving and how long I should be... So I drive there, half way unable to see wondering what the hell has just gone down. Is she hurt, was she raped, I convince myself that if either were the case, she would have been being picked up from the hospital, not a cop car... So then I get a bit angry. Is she drunk, high, was she hurting someone else, breaking in to cars... I am almost to the location they told me to go to, and they call telling me they have CHANGED Locations. I am to go there now. O M G this has already been the longest drive of my life.
I pull into the parking lot of the park and I see my daughter, back seat of a cop car... I thought about taking a photo to send to her dad, proud moment baby. She gets out and immediately she's her normal perky self. Excited even she got to ride in the back of a cop car. She was not doing anything wrong, just walking the streets at 2am and in Rogers, there is no set curfew so it is not illegal to do. However it is not safe, and the police felt they needed to go home, which is why they called. Now WHY could they have not told me that over the phone????
So I do not think I will get grey hairs over this, pretty sure I am just going to start balding now instead. Which is fine, I have very thick hair to begin with.
So I brought my daughter home, we set our own PERSONAL curfew for her, and she will NOT again in her life until she is over 18 stay with T-Girl again. This is not the first time I've had a 2am call to pick her up from someplace she was not supposed to be whilst staying with T-Girl. At least though, the last call was from HER and not the police.
So then once I got home, my pot of "cop coffee" was still kicked in and I could not fall asleep to save my own life. My husband, however was blissfully snoring before I even got home with the girl.... Must be nice. So I listened to my book, and my husband saw logs, when I finally moved to another bed at around 4 because he was snoring so loudly.... Which woke him up and irritated him. So sorry.
SO the rest of my day today has GOT to be better. I am not leaving the house, and no cops better call. All my kids are home with me and I am still jittery from my "cop coffee".
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