I went to see their school social worker yesterday. She gave me information, encouragement, and forms to fill out to get Sproing into a residential program. Yeah, I said all that yesterday. I made an appointment for tomorrow for him to have a physical, since he needs that to get into the program. I have a stack of forms to fill out, sitting there on my desk.
I've been avoiding it all day. I watched three movies today, though, and stared out the window for a while. This is what I want. This is best for him. Why is it so hard for me to do?
I received a voice mail from the school social worker this afternoon. I missed her call, since my phone was in the bedroom and I was in the office. Sproing was in her office when she called. He had refused to go to his final class of the day and was wandering the halls instead. He has walked out of class before, too. Just walked out. No hall pass, no "may I please be excused" or nuthin'. Just left.
My nerves are shot. I can't concentrate. Tears fall freely from my eyes at the oddest times. No sobs, no overt angst, just wet cheeks.
OK, I need to go do this now. I must fill out the forms to send my son away.
