So for months now every time at pick up and drop off I am asked for the missing/stolen underwear. I really have tried to keep track of the underwear coming in and leaving the house to avoid the issue, however they belong to a little person who still has the odd accident. So I lose track as I wash, dry and put them away.
My point of view is that the kid needs clothes and underwear, and really whether I buy them or his father does, as long as he has clean clothes to put on each day there really shouldn't be any drama.
I have attempted to give back what I think are the missing/stolen items, only to get home later that day to a supermarket bag hanging on my front door with those same items in it. So next time I try a different combination of colours and paterns, will these be the missing/stolen undies, will this combination of undies rid me of having this stupid conversation twice a week? ... nope.
So in the last post I described the phone calls that lead to DS not attending his friends birthday because I wouldn't give the stolen underwear back to his father. That was on the Saturday ...
Monday morning 6.53am
I am woken by the phone ringing. I pick up still not awake fully, so I haven't had time to put my helmet and bullet proof jacket on for the day yet.
"I want the underwear, I will be there in an hour to pick them up" . I have to presume that was DS Dad, as I haven't had any other complaints about me stealing other peoples underwear.
As I didn't have my helmet on I feel quite shaken up, I don't want him coming here. I don't want DD to have to hear and see this. Will he have DS with him, who will also have to witness this.
I don't know what to do, so decide to get in the shower and calm down. By the time I get out of the shower I still don't know what to do. I don't know what underwear it is that he wants and everything that I offer him is wrong.
I call the local Police station, looking for advice as I just don't want him to come to my house and casue a scene.
I was fortunate to get the most lovely female officer, who quickly let me know that she had been through this sort of thing herself. She said she would take all the details so that if he came and I needed them to come to my house they would have a car waiting.
I then rang my friend and asked could she come and get Hannah, and she made her way over. I was a bundle of nerves. And now was going to be late to work.
Much like this blog, I have decided to just tell the truth, so the text I sent to my manager was that I was running late because I have had to call the police because my ex was coming over uninvited. He replied asking was I ok, and I told him that I would be, just give me an hour.
Anyways, this friend and I hung around my house until about 8.15am when I decided we had waited long enough. I am thinking that he may have driven over and seen her car and decided not to come to the door.
I happen to work pretty close to the Police Station in town, so decided to walk over there before going to the office to let them know that they could close the call as he didn't end up coming to my house.
They insisted on taking a Family Violence Report. So I waited about half an hour to speak with somebody. I don't know if it is sad or funny that I know the local officers by name (because of all the calls I have had to make to them) and was most happy when I got the hot one to take my statement!
He took all the details of the calls I had received over the weekend and even apologised for laughing about the missing/stolen undies saga. As a result of the report, our case will be discussed at their weekly family violence meeting and then I will be contacted by the Woman's Refuge, ladies who I know by name as well. It is the process.
He said he would go out and see DS dad and tell him to get a grip, it is only undies and If I was stealing underwear why I am also offering him underwear. This warning would also be put on record.
Then I cross the road and walk into my office wondering what my colleagues would think if I really told them how I was when they asked me at the coffee machine, an hour late for work and five minutes before starting my day of back to back meetings ...
So long story short, how much tax payer money was wasted over a little boys underwear? I don't actually know but am thinking it was more than it costs to buy a ten pack of undies from K Mart.
Since Monday ... nothing, not a peep. Will it last? Probably not, I am sure next week it will all be about socks!
Togs, togs ... undies!
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