I had been planning on writing about the craziness of me, how I’m seemingly more excited for my coworker’s first egg retrieval tomorrow than my best friend’s second pregnancy but then my 18-year-old sister got arrested.
For driving with a revoked license because twice she’s been a minor in possession of alcohol. I started crying thinking of the image my other sister described (and who’s car she was driving) of her sitting in the backseat of a patrol car. I was so mad, so sad at and for my baby sister. And the situation was only compounded by the ridiculousness of the cop who called in four other squad cars to the scene of the accident (she rear ended a car at the college she’s going to), his insistence my sister was drunk and high (she had just come from my house and watching O all afternoon. Because that’s what my sisters do when watching O, drink and smoke pot. Right…) and then yelling at my mom and other sister if they didn’t stop asking him questions of why he was searching her car, he’d arrest them too.
Oh. My. God.
What an afternoon and evening of drama I’ve condensed into a couple of sentences…
But she is home now. Without a license or car, for presumably a long long time. And, hopefully, a lesson learned the very hard way.
And remind me to never let O drive. 🙂