We took the dog back, which really was sad, but I felt a great relief when it was over – obviously, it wasn’t meant to be. Even Kiki said, "well, I don’t feel so bad now – I’m just going to think of it as ‘Merry had a sleep-over’, that’s all." The foster gal was very sweet about it, and I did admit to her that he wasn’t so awful that he wouldn’t ever get along with a cat at all…that maybe, since Bob loves Merry and gets a big thrill out of attacking her, and he did indeed launch himself (playfully!) at the poor Springer the very moment he came inside, well, maybe they just got off on the wrong foot!
Later, we went to my parent’s house where we were all having a Mother’s Day BBQ. Which was really nice – until the very end, as we headed to the car to leave. We were parked in the driveway, and down both sides of my car were long, deep scratches… it seems my nephew (he’s 8) was riding the old bike without hand grips a little too close to my car…. AARrrggghhh!!! These scratches, I’m talking both of them over a foot long and down to the metal! Of course it was right down the middle so it affects all 4 doors… crap. He had to have known he did it, but decided to pretend it didn’t happen… they had already left by then, so later on when I went over to their house to take my niece home (she’d come home with us to play with Kiki) I had to tell the parents about it, and confront my nephew. This was a really hard thing for me; I really agonized over what I should do. Ignore it? Confront it? The thing is, I believe that doing something like that and not confessing is just about equal to lying. At my house, you’d better ‘fess up if you have an accident…. because if I find it later – and I will – then your butt will really be in a sling! Which is how I knew Kiki hadn’t done it, because she’d have been inside all hysterical and scared… the other two nieces were inside the whole time…so that left the nephew and his sister (the one at my house) as the only suspects. This whole family has trouble with lying to begin with. It started with my little sister and her husband, so the kids learned early to lie to get out of trouble… then, the new wife, well, she isn’t a whole lot better that I can see. Plus, she is horribly strict with the kids – lots of law, not much grace… so I know they lie to try not getting punished. Which made it so hard to ‘tattle’ so to speak! I really, really felt like he (or they) had to admit what they’d done and say they were sorry for damaging my car. I told them I understand accidents happen, but that they need to be honest when these things happen and see if they can ‘make it right’ somehow; at least apologize. It was agonizing to stand there, watching him deny and deny and then finally admit "well, I did a little of it, but not all of it" … still, trying to shift the blame somehow… it’s horrible. And my niece basically admitted the same…. But, to have it plain in your face and still be unwilling to just say "Yes, I did it, and I’m really sorry"… I don’t know, I just don’t get that. I wasn’t raised that way! Well, I told them I forgave them, and I loved them, and please if something like that happened again would they just tell me up front. But then I have to worry about how my b-i-l’s wife is going to punish them – I know that it will be way too harsh, and I feel really bad about that. So, I just hope my niece and nephew won’t hate me forever for being the Aunt-that-tattled. How would you have chosen to handle this situation??
So, all in all in was a pretty lousy day! I went to bed last night and slept for 12 hours!! The stress got to me, I guess. I have no idea how I will ever afford to get the car fixed… since Alan isn’t selling anything…. But, it’s a new day… and tomorrow is coming soon…