sick grandbaby

I took my sweet little grandbaby to the doctor this morning.  Poor little guy has croop, so he's taking medicine to help him get better.  I feel bad because I think he might have caught it from me.  

A car full of kids jumped my son on the side of our house last night.  He's okay, just a bump on the head, but I'm so sick of all the drama.  It could've turned out so much worse.  

Can't believe a word either of my kids say.  Daughter says it had nothing to do with her ex-boyfriend, but these kids all associate with him & he's brought nothing BUT grief on our family for months now.  He was a huge mistake & I'm guilty for ever allowing him into my home to start with.  I was trying to help the kid out & he actually did pretty good for the first couple of months he dated my daughter, but boy, oh, boy, is he ever a mess.  Had I known just how serious HIS addiction issues were, I'd have thought long and hard before letting him come and go so freely.  Son said it had nothing to do with his drug issues, but I can never believe a word that comes out of his mouth.  Supposedly, he found out today that one of the boys in the group is actually cousins with one of his buddies, so the cousin is supposed to be going over to the one kids house and getting things straightened out today.  This group of kids apparently is well known for terrorizing & robbing people in our town and continuing to get away with it.  I hope they run into the wrong person - SOON.  Preferably, law enforcement.  They need to be locked up.  I can't get either one of my kids to understand that everything that happens is THEIR fault - due to the choices THEY make, the friends THEY continue to choose.  They just don't get it.  I might as well beat my head into a brick wall as expect any understanding whatsoever.  It's SO frustrating.  Their Dad serves his sentence behind bars while I serve mine out here - dealing with how messed up my kids are because of their need to associate with kids who have issues similar to their own.  He has no clue how difficult it is out here; although I know he struggles with his own issues on the inside.  Children of incarcerated parents serve their own sentences, as do the parent left to raise them.  They/we are a forgotten statistic.