He was in the bedroom, Jennifer Dad and I were in the barn lancing an abcess on one of the goats. He had a rather creative conversation with the 911 operator apparently, and kept calling. At one point, he said his name was Jupiter.
Do we see more gray hairs on my head over this? no...we see bald patches at this point.
One of the other children came running up as we came in from the barn to tell us Jacob was talking to someone on the cell phone in the bedroom. Nonsense, they are all out of commission. No, he really did talk to someone, and they called him back. Oh-oh...not good that someone called him back.
About that time the dogs start going bonkers in the yard. Someone's coming up the road. No one ever comes up our road. We live past the point of folks coming out our road, kwim? Two guesses as to who pulled in my driveway -- and the first one doesn't count. There sat the county Sheriff. And behind them, a county detective/investigator. Ahhh, the joys of parenthood.
Dewey walked outside for some parental meet and greet; someone told Jacob he was going to jail; Jacob started crying about how he didn't want to live in jail. Just a typical morning in our nuthouse. Dewey and the sheriff and the detective come back inside after some preliminary questions...do you have children? do you have a cell phone? do the children have access to your cell phone?
Normally, I wouldn't have cared one bit. Wild Child could use a little reinforcement scare tactics from time to time to keep him on the straight and narrow. Used to be you could count on a little pulpit pounding, hellfire and brimstone, fires licking your feet Sunday morning scare-you-straight sermons, but these days we just wait on the Sheriff to show up.
However, they sat in here watching the children hunt up the gazillion old cell phones we had from upgrades and tracfone and whatnot servers, and asked about how many children we had, how many bedrooms we have here (hello, it's a trailer, it's sort of obvious when you are in the living room what kind of space we have here...) then the detective noticed my school boards (they do take up the only wall space I have, again, kind of obvious...) and asked if we homeschooled. I said yes we do and have for basically all of their school age.
Well, needless to say, the house was trashed from them digging into everything that didn't move...beds, dressers, closets, etc. and there are papers and bed linens, and clothes and basically a TON OF JUNK tossed about the bedrooms. We looked like a cyclone struck, and here's the long arm of the county sitting here, watching my children tear everything apart, wandering to and fro, noticing we homeschool, and that we have 10 people living in 1400 sq feet and asking nonchalant questions about it all. They were
I am gearing up for this to maybe not be over with with this visit. I understand the visit and all to clarify a seemingly prank 911 call and all that, but I just wonder if there won't be more from this. I'm picturing DHS visiting over the distressed living conditions or something. I called HSLDA to ask about some things, but was promptly told the concern today had nothing to do with homeschooling, so they couldn't even offer me thoughts or advice. They gave me some referral names for local attorneys -- however, you don't have to be homeschool-friendly really to be on their referral list, you just have to be a lawyer.
I don't want to make a mountain out of a mole hill, but I am not a big fan of government or state intervention, so I'm a bit on the cautious side. Yeah, paranoid I'm sure you're thinking. I'll start preparing for some different scenarios and we'll just pray for the best (and most quiet) resolution or non-occurrence. Last thing I need is the local whatnot to be overly concerned about my lifestyle and homeschooling and homesteading habits.