Guess what? Husband received a jury summons for the dates of September 10 through 14.
There is a way of requesting exemption because one cares for a child between 8 a.m. and 5 p.m., but the court requires the name and birthday of said child (or children). Little One hasn’t arrived yet, but she certainly will have (I hope) by then! Since he needs to submit his request now, though, this impending arrival may not qualify.
He already served as a phone stand-by for a different court earlier this year. But the wording of the current document is bureaucratic (i.e., unclear) enough that he’s going to call tomorrow to request exemption.
They’ve got to say yes. Please. It’s his third jury summons since moving here three years ago, and he fulfilled his duty the first two times.
I did learn that pregnancy apparently doesn’t exempt a woman (but I assume if you are called to show up and they see you’re pregnant, you’re unlikely to be chosen); breastfeeding, however, does. What if they won’t excuse a man who is just about to experience the birth of his first child and will be on leave from work taking care of his family? Ugh.
They might excuse him. Sometimes, though, I struggle to remain in the present and to remember to deal with what is real at the moment. It’s very tempting to fret, but absolutely not useful.
All will be well.
Hey, Stephen got a jury summons for the week I was due, and he got excused. Granted, that’s here, not there, but there’s hope!
That’s crazy. He’s served 2 times in 3 years? In NY, you only have to serve once in 5 years, and if you get called again within that time period, you just send in a copy of your receipt thing to prove you served. Being called 3 times in 3 years and being expected to serve each time is nuts.
This is too funny. It reminds me of my little predicament in the midst of my big predicament 8 years ago. My last official act while 7 months pregnant was to get a ticket! Anticipating my looming incapcitation, I went to the courthouse and tried to pay it immediately, but they told me it would take 30 days to process before I could pay. Fast forward to medical emergency, induced labor and broken loose hell. My last official act before giving birth was to get a notorized letter from my ob/gyn requesting a delay in my court deadline. Yes, nature’s way of forcing a little perspective.
Ditto. All will be well.