Sunday, May 22, 2016

Bewildered

Once again, I am really fucking bewildered by some parents. One of Lily's few friends spent the night last night. I picked her up, I knew I'd have to take her home. It's not a short drive, either. We live on the far south east side of town, they live on the north west side of town. They never offer to split the driving. But I'm like whatever, we're going to be in Florida in a few weeks, she's Lily's friend and Lily is worth it to me.

I had her call home to make sure someone  would be there. No one is answering. The last time we had her over, I had to call from a number they didn't recognize and threaten to call the police to get them to respond. She lives with her grandma because her mom can't or won't care for her. I have no idea about her father.

I don't understand how people can just not care for their kids. Especially someone who takes on a child because the parents don't do their job. Why the fuck would you even bother taking custody if you don't give a shit about the kid? It doesn't make sense.

Because of how they act, I won't allow Lily to spend the night there. Am I being judgemental? Maybe. But fuck, this is my kid's life I'm talking about. Lily is naive and trusting. I try to teach her about strangers and that not all people in this world are good, but I don't know how much sticks.

Blargh. I'm going to start making kids and their families complete applications before they can be friends with my kids!

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

36 days

Thirty-six days. I don't know how to process this. I'm so excited. But terrified. We still don't have a place to live. Rentals are priced crazy. And they go crazy fast, just like houses!

Our house is still a complete disaster. The kids are flipping useless. It's like they don't want to go. Or don't care about their things. That's my fault. For giving them oodles of toys and clothes and junk. I don't really want to go down and throw away their stuff, but I think that's what it's going to come down to. Que sera, sera, right?