Pothead, teen son, jail, gopher

Sooooo...... Been up since 2am. My 19 yr old marijuana loving son was arrested a while back and recently plead guilty to possession of marijuana. He was sentenced to 60 days in jail, 1k fine to victim restitution fund and $350 court fines. We were told that as a first time offender, he would qualify for the community work program. He was handed a paper that explained the process. Easy enough, so it seemed. According to the paperwork , he was to turn himself in to the jail on 5/24. But a week prior to that date he was to go and pre book and complete paperwork. So earlier in the week, he went to the jail at 6:30pm and was fingerprinted, mugshots taken, stripped to his boxers, then given his clothing back along with an application for CWP, the community work program. He was very nervous about going in. He's a skinny little white teen and the jail is filled with gang members and scary people! He wouldn't even pee in the cell in front of the other inmates. He spent about 6 hours in all there. I felt bad for the kid, but unfortunately, this was the consequence for his marijuana smoking.   He was told to come back 5/24 (last night) at 6:30 pm with the application completed and he would be screened and if accepted into the program, would be released in a few hrs and would not spend anytime in real custody. So, last night he goes back with his completed application and I haven't seen him since. I awoke at 2 am and realized that he hasn't been home.Going on 20 hrs now. I've called the jail numerous times and each time I speak to someone different and each has a different response. He didn't qualify for CWP said one. He'd be released in the morning said another. Call back said a 3rd. At 8am, I finally got ahold of someone who seemed to have a heart and he told me that my son was in the process of being transferred to the Farm, a minimum security facility. When I explained the situation, the deputy said he'd look into it and call me back. Amazed to hear my phone ring soon thereafter with the deputy on the line. There had been a paperwork mixup and he was going to pull my son from transport and try to get it all straightened out. Apparently he did qualify for CWP and it was missed. Mind you, again, this is a 19 yr old skinny little white boy. First time offender. No tattoos, not a gang member, but a clean cut young man. I've been up worried about him. Obviously he has been through the full monty of the process including strip search and changed into a jail jumpsuit.   He must be soo scared. I would be. I feel so helpless and want to help, but all I can do is sit and wait and hope he walks in the front door. In addition to that, he recently started a new job and was scheduled to work this morning. His 16 yr old brother works at the same location so I had them switch shifts. Hopefully my son is released in time! I'm sure I have many new gray hairs sprouting from my worry.  Noon arrived with no sign of my baby. I again called the jail and was told that he was there. They were able to pull him from transport and he did qualify for CWP. However it's a holiday weekend and they are under staffed, so he would be released within a few hours. I finally breathed a sigh of relief, walked into my bedroom to take a nap and out of the corner of my eye, I see something run under my dresser with the family cat in pursuit. The cat is pacing, slowly walking back and forth in front of the dresser , stops and is trying to stick its paws underneath. I look underneath and see beady eyes. Freaking cat brought in a baby gopher. It was alive. My older son grabbed packing tape and attached a Tupperware bowl to the end of his go pro pole and was able to capture the critter. He released him in the backyard. It's now approaching 2pm and still no sign of my teen!

Teen drinking

2nd weekend in a row we've had the local police call us to come pick up our son from a party. Last weekend on 22nd st in HB, and last night in FV. Schools not out for summer until next month and the parties have already started up. Gonna be a long summer! I remember being a teen and partying, but I never had to call parents. They'd just make us all leave. And most of the time we'd be drinking and pile into cars and head out. Though I don't like the teen drinking, I'm thankful that my teen son always makes the choice not to drive. He knows to call us for a ride. I've also told him not to get in a car driven by someone whose been drinking. Hope he continues to abide by this!