Friday I found out that the man I considered to be the best math teacher on the planet passed away after forty years of teaching. Phenomenal man--he deserves his own post. I cried. Took it in stride. Not the worst thing that could have happened, still hanging in strong.
Last night at 1 am we get a call from thing2--not only has thing1 run off with the asshole who beat the crap out of her, but she showed up in the middle of the night completely tweaked, and removed babygirl from the care of a reliable, three month pregnant young woman.
The cops made our friend release babygirl to thing1.
Okay, that one's a biggie.
Really really big. Really really bad.
So here's me this morning with a raging headache, a cup of coffee, and my phone, trying to figure out how the hell to protect a kid that isn't mine from a mother who wants to mainline her life away and take her kid down with her.
There's a lesson here, I know there is...All I got is beat the teenage troublemaker before she reaches her majority, and have abusers broken the first time around so there's no second go.
Doesn't sound very zen does it? It does however, sound rather reasonable from where I'm sitting.