Is it the weekend yet? As if this week hasn’t been exhausting and draining enough, now I have the dubious joy of yet again worrying ceaselessly about the kids while they are in the so-called care of their other home.
Behavior issues, bad grades, missed assignments, absences…ahh yes, this is all quite familiar. The kids have become poster children for what happens when no one in their other home gives one hot damn about them, their school performance, their well-being, anything.
I’m so ripping sick of it. Can you tell? Let me guess, when the kids get home tomorrow for the weekend, all of them will need their fingernails trimmed, a good bath, hair detangled, basic hygiene that gets neglected over there because either nobody notices or nobody cares. By the time their dad and I get everything taken care of, cleaned up, and straightened out, it will be time to take them back to that inbred, hell-hole cesspool of a town, and they will sink straight back down to the low level of expectations that everyone there has.
Maybe I shouldn’t write here when I am angry. But I don’t think I will ever not be angry about how the kids are treated in their other home, or the horrific lack of parenting there. Hell, what kind of parent would I be if it didn’t make me angry?
Don’t worry, I have become quite skilled at biting my tongue when the kids are home. I don’t force them to listen to bad-mouthing and tirades, no matter how true they would be. It’s not their fault, so why should they have to hear it? Anyway, they hear plenty enough over there: wondrous fairy tales spun about their evil stepmother and their wicked father, oh my! (Take a wild guess who guest-stars as the perpetual victim?)
Tonight I will focus on trying out a new workout DVD I got yesterday, and tomorrow I will look forward to the kids getting home. Briefly, while they are here, I can finally stop worrying for just a bit, because at least when they are here, right in front of me, I know they are being cared for and are safe. At least until Sunday night…
Sweat & Sparkle 