Run away

Ok so this picture has nothing to do with what I am about to write... But it's sort of how I feel!!! All crazy. So. Crazy. We are all a little bit crazy and we all feel more crazy some days than others. So there's that.

As I sit here and listen to OLD SCHOOL country music I'm reminded of when Savannah ran away. Well which time you might ask? The time she ran away from the babysitter after Mikenna was bit by a scorpion when she was 4 years old? Or maybe I'm referring to the time she ran away from a different babysitter when I was picking Doug up from the airport and she went out the front door after locking the door behind her and ran down the street to a neighbors house, grabbed some skittles and proceeded to run down the main road. Nope not referring to that time either... Nor am I referring to the time she ran away from my friend and her husband at the grocery store or when she locked my dad, her grandpa, out of the house... Oh wait she didn't run away. I digress.

No. I'm actually referring to the time she had a somewhat off morning. It was my first week of clinicals and her second week of school at the junior high. She had a rough time on the bus and was tossing shoes, socks, buckles etc. I may have taken gum from her pocket or looked at her funny or fed her syrup and powdered sugar for breakfast. Who knows? What I do know if that when she got to school she was sort of a mess. Luckily she pulled it together but not before she picked the snot out of her leg. She has a chronic wound. It's been there for two years from her surgery actually, almost three years ago. I don't know what to do. I've tried everything. Sewing socks on the hands of her pajamas, cutting the feet off and turning them backwards so I could turn the zipper around, rewards, punishments, time out, tying her hands up... I've tried it all. Don't worry I haven't been reported for child abuse... Maybe you'll tattle on me now. 

I digress again. Sooo little miss Savannah was bleeding and her aide took her to the nurse to get it all bandaged up. She likes to visit the nurse (she's nice and she can get out of class)... The nurse fixed her all up and her aide sent her back to class with the assurance she was right behind her. Yep. Right behind her. Turned her back for 15 seconds. Ya she has an aide for a reason. She gets paid JUST TO WATCH SAVANNAH all day. Sorry if you hate your job (actually I'm not that sorry) but my child's safety is in your best interest. Trust me on this.

So in that 15 supposed seconds Savannah vanished. She was gone. No one could find her. She wasn't in class. She wasn't in the bathroom. She wasn't in the office. She wasn't anywhere to be found. They called security and a few of the principals and called out the dogs. They searched for maybe 15 minutes before they called the police... 

Meanwhile, Savannah had gone out the front door and ran down the busy street, stopped at a ladies house and told her she was bleeding. The sweet lady called the police and the paramedics... 

About the same time I'm going to say the school called the police. Putting two and two together they found Savannah. Luckily she was safe. My heart literally gets sick when I think about what could have happened. Oh um did I mention THAT NO ONE CALLED ME THIS ENTIRE TIME. NO. ONE. NOT ONE PERSON... Ummmmm, by the time they found me they were furious with her. Oh ha I LET THEM HAVE IT. Seriously?!?! Seriously?!?!?! Savannah has a 1:1 aide for a reason. This was not her fault. This was a complete and blatant disregard for her safety. Wow. Good thing I wasn't this fired up when I talked to her teacher. 

I DID however make it VERY clear that this was a breakdown on the part of the school and LET THIS BE A LESSON TO ALL PARTIES that we DO NOT let Savannah roam the school ALONE!!!!! 

So that's my story. Good night.