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For Your Reading Pleasure, a Rant Against the Haters |
04.09.07 |
I am in hate with everything right now, except the fact that I'm on vacation.
Yesterday was Easter, as I'm sure 99% of the Western World already knows. Easter for SBD means traveling to the family's for dinner and a healthy dose of We Don't Love You. Of course, nobody goes so far as to actually say as much, but the frozen, bored and uninterested looks in conjunction with prompt conversation shifts and/or confrontations on motivation tend to lead the thinking person to surmise they were hatched from the wrong egg.
Thankfully, they lavish all kinds of attention on my child. Funny though, that attention was completely withdrawn two years ago when I engaged in the mortal sin of dating interracially. Funny how their love and devotion are so fickle.
They decided they would keep him for the week after we'd already made the 30 mile trip over the river and through the woods - conveniently without an overnight bag. They had mentioned they would come and get him changes of clothes and toiletries; however, now that I have plans for the evening (CPR and blood-borne pathogen certification class - woohoo!), they've decided I should also make another 60 mile round trip to drop off the goodies before class starts in two hours.
Guess what? FUCK OFF. I took the week off so I could spend quality time with my son over his spring break. And now that I'm single again, all of a sudden you desperately NEED him? Now that I've seen the errors in my evil ways, you want to grandparent again? Hypocrites!
Oh, and it's a really good thing when I called to update you regarding my impending absence this evening, you chose to admonish me on my lack of parenting skills because I didn't provide extra clothing. Well, guess the fuck what? PLAN IT next time, smarty pants. I don't know - could just be me, but that would seem to be the clever way to get me to pack him up for your entertainment enjoyment.
Oh yeah, and to answer your question regarding why I want to foster - BECAUSE. I'm a good person and a good mother. Some people who know me actually like and respect me, hard as that may be for you to believe. Oh, yeah - and don't taint my motivation by citing my financial hardships. True, it is definitely a factor, but you know what? It's a lot of work to get licensed. It isn't something random I'm doing, like aluminum can recycling. I will actually be providing quality care for children who may not have ever had that experience before. So no. I promise you, cross my heart and hope to die, I won't be locking the children in the root cellar or subjecting them to any of my evil satanic rituals, Mkay?
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