Thursday, August 13, 2009

~I'm a nervous wreck~

I'm in shock. I'm writing this down while it's fresh on my mind. Who knows if I could need the details at a later date. I'm praying not. Sierra came over and asked if she could play with Seth & Simon. I sent them out to play. A little bit later Seth comes in to tell me that a girl named Haley got hurt outside. I have no clue who Haley is. I didn't even know a Haley was playing with the kids. He said that he tossed a light saber for this Haley girl to catch and she turned her head as he tossed it and it hit her in the head. The right side, by the way. I wasn't too concerned about it. I was a plastic light saber. I'm thinking she can't be all the badly hurt. A little while later, the girl's mom shows up with the girl in tow. She tells me to STEP OUT OF MY HOUSE so she can show me something. She proceeds to tell me that my son HIT her daughter. I lean over and look at the girl's injury. I see 2-3 tiny scratches/cuts on her earlobe and some very wet hair from the washcloth being over the injury. Her mom said she has a knot on her head. She than proceeds to tell me that her daughter is never allowed to play with my kids and that the neighbor is never allowed to play with my kids again. She tells me that my kids are violent. She complains that Callie, my 3 year old, hit Sierra (she's 9 and the neighbor girl). She tells me that is just awful! She tells me she is taking her daughter to the doctor and she is bringing me back the bill. She stalks back to her SUV and guns out of my driveway. I go over to the neighbors house to see if an adult over their knows what happened. Sierra is home with her older brother. I think he just graduated from high school or is maybe a senior. Sierra tells me exactly what Seth said. The girls wanted to play light sabers with my boys, Seth tossed her a light saber and she turned her head and it hit her instead. I go back home. I talk to my father-n-law. I talk to my husband twice. While talking to him the second time, the police show up!!!!!!!! The policeman asks for Seth to tell him what happened. Seth told him, he writes it down on a little notepad. He tells us that criminal charges won't be filed because Seth is under 11. He said it sounds like it was just a simple kids accident. He tells us that he has 3 kids of his own. He understands how stuff like this happens. He says that the mom said she's taking her daughter to the doctor. He says it's best for the parents to settle this between themselves and not get the courts involved. I'm thinking why in the world did this woman call the police? I shaking after both visits. Seth sits on the couch and quietly cries. He says he is so sorry that this happened. He didn't mean to hurt the girl. I think to myself, "Why didn't I let the kids stay inside and play XBOX & computer games." That's what they had been doing. When the neighbor girl, Sierra, came over I was the one that made them go outside and get some fresh air. Why, oh why, didn't I just let them stay inside. There are alot of 'WHY'S' & 'WHAT-IF'S' at this point. I don't know how it's all going to play out. I've called our insurance company so that they are aware of the situation. They gave me some advice on what to say to the woman when/if she comes back. A little bit ago, there was a pounding at the door. My heart stopped breathing. I she is. I grab my paper and pen to jot down the info the insurance company wants. I look out the door and see a man with a roofing truck. I think, "Oh no! She's called the dad and he's here to yell at me some more." I contemplate not even answering the door. But figure, we have enough cars parked in the driveway that he'll know we are home. I open the door with great trepidation. I'm sure I had the 'deer-in-the-headlights' look on my face. He gives me a smile and asks if I know where Greg lives. I tell him where the only Greg I know lives and he thanks me and leaves. It takes me a long time after that to stop shaking. I was thinking that this would be a good stay-in-and-eat-lots-of-pizza-night. I don't know. I think if I stay home, I will be worried sick about when this woman is going to show up and what she's going to do. I watch/read entirely too many mysteries/csi/ncis/jag etc.... My imagination is quite colorful. I let it get away with me far too much. I need to de-stress. Anybody have a home I can come de-stress/hide at for awhile? I'm a wreck. A complete and total basket-case. I do feel a little better now that I have spilled my guts to a bunch of nameless faces. Blogging can be cathartic!!


Mindy said...

We don't know one another...I look at your blog from a friends. But, if we did, you most certianly could come over and destress! We live in the country and it's a wonderful place to relax.:) I hope it all works out for you!

Aimee said...

Good grief! What a day you've had! Sounds like an over protective, neurotic mom you are dealing with. Hope everything works out all right for ya....=)

Carrie said...

All I can say is that I can't even imagine what it must be like to be that girl's schoolteacher. What an unreasonable mom! She should take my stance on things--if there are no bones poking through the skin and the blood is not actually spurting from the wound, don't worry about it!

Oh brother!