Everything is Going to Hell

Things keep going from bad to worse.

I had to call the police the other morning- it must have been Saturday, because Todd and Tate nearly came to blows over a television show while I was still sleeping. I can't leave them alone in the same room together at all.

This morning I over slept and Tate missed his bus. I had to give the neighbor ten bucks just to take him to school. If he had stayed home, I am sure a fight would have erupted.

Tate had a counselling session today. My mother picked him up from school and took him, and he told his counselor that he did not want to change and was not going to do anything to make conditions better at home, so she closed out his case. Now I really don't know what to do. I think maybe I have been slacking off in my prayers. I need to be more ernest and remember to talk to God daily.

Tate's report card arrived. He got 3 D's and 3 F's. I wish he understood that this will effect his future. He just has no idea, no idea at all, and he is wasting so much time being angry and miserable when he could be happy.

My friend Tiffany called me tonight and made me feel a little better. She always does that. Everyone needs a friend like her.

I still have no idea about what to do about Tate. Please keep us in your prayers.

Bumpy Roads

I knew that there were going to be some bumps in the road. We hit one.

Tate had a friend spend the night, then Tate spent the night at his friend's place, then the friend came and stayed at our place again. I knew the boy was not the best influence on Tate, but I felt bad for him. His father is out of the state and the boy is completely alone.

The boys rode the school bus together in the morning, but instead of going to school, they went to the friend's house to ditch.

I called the school to check on Tate, and when I discovered him not in class, I tried calling the boy's house, but they would not answer the phone. I did not have enough gas to go to the boy's house, so I called the police department and had them go to the boy's house to check on them. The officer called me and said that Tate was walking away from the house as he pulled up. The officer said he could not transport Tate, so I called my mother and she went to pick Tate up and take him to school.

I am so lost. I don't know what to do with Tate. I need to continue praying, and praying hard.

Still, things could have been a lot worse. Tate was disrespectful of his dad when he got home, but Todd did not let it lead him into a physical confrontation. I am very thankful for that.

I have been praying for an answer to help out my mother and us in our financial situations, and I got the idea that maybe we should move in with mom for a while. I don't know if that is the answer to my prayer or not. I am going to talk about it with everyone involved and keep praying on it until I am sure.

Graham broke his glasses today, and I can't even get him a new set of frames until the first of February. I don't know what he will do until then. It makes me so sad. My life is controlled by money instead of the other way around. Jehovah, please help us.