911

This morning, I ran the girls to school as usual. Usual means late and leaving Soren who doesn't like to come. It is only 8 blocks to the school and I leave the house locked up, so I don't worry about him in the 7 minutes it takes to get there and back. When I returned today, I found Soren crying with the phone in his hand. He gives the phone to me, so I say Hello.
The voice on the other end is a 911 operator who Soren called to say he was home alone and didn't know where his mom was! She told me an officer was on his way to my house to make sure things were alright and sure enough, not two minutes later, there was a heavy knock on my front door. TWO officers parked in front of my house and came in to see that things were okay. They took my full name and date of birth and asked to see Soren.
I keep flipping from sympathy for my poor little boy who felt neglected and alone to anger and embarrassment that Soren had a total meltdown in what seemed to be a normal situation that then had to be explained to a police officer! I want to think this is the last hoorah of a really lousy week, but seeing how it is Monday- I think it is more likely the start to another one! I guess I'll go start the laundry while I wait for social services to call!