So my weekend may not seem like a big deal to a lot of you, cause you know teenagers just do what they want these days with no regard for anyone else... Well, as I mentioned before we are the proud parents of a beautiful baby and the not so proud former guardians of a belligerent, disrespectful, untrustworthy teenage girl! I think I covered all of it... Friday night me and my lovely husband had a fantastic first date night! A few church friends babysat and I mean the teenager is seventeen she doesn't need to be constantly monitored, right? Wrong. We came home Friday night and something was just not right. She was in her room, being quiet, before eleven. Odd, especially since she's usually not eve. Home until eleven and doesn't go to bed until my husband gets up for work at five something. So we asked all of the appropriate questions. You feeling okay? How was your night? Why is your bedroom light off? (Also insanely not like her, she is the reason that we have to donate body parts every month for electric! Too much? You get the point). Finally, hubby asked if he could come in and talk to her. She freaked out about how messy her room was and that she didn't want to talk, she was tired. All those red flags aside, we let it go and went to bed. Jeremy got her out of bed when he went to work, he went into her room and nothing was there on the surface so he dropped it. About an hour after he left for work I heard her leave the house. That early in the morning on a Saturday there is no natural reason for her to be outside, especially when there was a recent ice storm and she hates cold... I peeked out the window for two reasons. The first being that I have a right to look out my window dang it and if that's an issue sue me. Secondly because I was really hoping I was wrong and I wouldn't see what I saw. I saw my responsible sister-in-law walking down the walk with none other than her boyfriend. I lost it. So needless to say, as this was not her first lie and she's seventeen and especially considering that she was brave enough to have a grown man that we don't really know in our house when I'm only a month post-op from a c-section with a newborn without my his and home, we kicked her out. She packed in an hour and we loaded up my husbands tiny Toyota and took her to her great aunts house and left her there. Too harsh? Let me give you a little background. This is the child who slams things around almost constantly because she's mad at the whole world for not a darn thing. Case in point, she dropped the couch because my husband told her if she was going to talk on the phone while we watched a movie it needed to be in her room. Dropped the couch. Three feet from my infant son. Which may seem like a distance, but to a brand new mom you may as well have dropped it on him if you were going to get that close. Anyway, the car ride took fourteen hours round trip and my husband was five hours late for work. But you know what? God will be glorified in this, and maybe she will never see it. Maybe she will never understand why it's important to be called out for your wrong doings.... But I can raise my son in a hostility free environment. And I can have my bedroom back! I can pee with the door open and walk around booty naked if I want to. And yes, I do want to. Point is, my husband made a difficult decision, the hardest he's ever had to make before. He recognized what a terrible thing had happened, that there was no remorse for it and that something had to give. I'm so proud of him for making the call he did and I'm proud because it'll hold her accountable for her actions. I hope one day she sees what the reason was for this. He didn't kick her out so I could pee with the door open and have a nursery... He kicked her out because letting her get away with it was enabling her to continue to make bad choices. Choices that she doesn't realize could so easily change the rest of her life negatively. We love her, but sometimes love is tough.
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