Strangers and monsters and panic, oh my

Grover’s teacher let him leave after school yesterday with someone he didn’t know, had never seen, she had never seen, and she didn’t ask for ID. It was an alternate driver from his rideshare. BUT still…the things that went through my mind were so effing horrifying.

So I just emailed his teacher and the principal a new OK pick-up list and a request to  “Please don’t let him leave with strangers.” What the fuck? I mean, really. So I get back that they use different van services and that the services don’t tell them when there are new drivers, but they should be telling me.

Really? No shit.

So I bit my tongue and responded that I knew that, I had called them, but that I still felt that if an unfamiliar person walked into his class to pick him up asking to see ID is not out of the question. AAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Homeschooling here I come.