Tuesday, December 22, 2009


Well, the boys are gone. Their dad came to get them late Sunday night. He had called and said he would come on Sunday and I had them ready all day, just before bedtime he arrived.

The mom, anxious to keep up with a man who wants nothing to do with her had spent the entire Sunday afternoon instant messaging a grammatically murdered rant about the man. For over two months we'd had limited conversation with her and when it looked like the dad would be coming she couldn't stop sending messages. No, she wasn't worried about the children this was just a way to talk about the dad. I was so glad to see him at the door.

Yesterday, the dad called me four times within two hours. Another shock, this was as many times as he had called the entire time the children were living here. Apparently, instead of going to Beaumont with the little guys (a two hour trip) he decided to go to Woodville (even further)and the alternator on the car broke. This thirty year old man has a souped-up Impala with a stereo system that takes up the entire trunk space, gorgeous rims (she paid for), video screens throughout, a navigational system and nothing else to his name. No job, no food, no money. He's stuck in a town bumming money from an elderly dad living in a nursing home. Idiot.

I couldn't figure out why he was calling me and then it dawned. Each time he called he asked whether I had heard from the mother. When I did hear from the mom and told her how the children had been stranded with their dad in the cold, she spouted no regret for the children. She just killed the English language with further insults about the man. From what I could gather these idiots are using the children as a tool to fuel an argument. Whoever has them is the 'better' parent. In the end the silly mom boiled it all down to, she cares nothing about the dad and she has been talking to someone else for the past three months. The exact amount of time the boys have been gone . Neither worry about the children. Idiot too.

I asked the dad how the potty training was going and he said he had them in diapers. That idiot had the nerves to say he told the boys to just use it in their diapers. Well, there goes my work and their progress. One night and they are back in diapers.
I feel so sorry for all of those children. I wish they could pack their bags and runaway from home.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

And Santa Cried

The boys were supposed to go to their dad for the weekend and then to Arkansas to spend Christmas with their mom, brother and sister. The mother instant messaged to say the grandmother doesn't want them to come because she doesn't want her water bill to go up. Seems the older brother is finally going to have cornea surgery after two years of blindness in his right eye from neglect of pink-eye.

I'm miserable for them. I'm sitting here listening to Third Day's  song Revelation. The course begs for a revelation on what to do in life. It's a good thing the boys are so young and know nothing about Christmas. We hadn't even put up a tree or the decorations. everything sits boxed in the garage and worse I wasn't buying presents because it is just 'tight' this year. I'm really mad at their family.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

A Crutch or a Wall?

How can you decide whether or not you are a crutch (someone who is an aid) or a wall (someone who lets a person lean on them as they are being lazy and irresponsible) to a person?

Last night I had decided I was going to call the twins father and tell him he had to come and get his boys. My keeping them has turned into an act of super convenience for him because he is not working or going to school.

This morning I talked to the father and found out he is about to have his lights turned off, phone turned off  and since he has no job he may end up homeless. What does that mean about the boys?

A CRUTCH:  Begins the care of the twins because both of their parents are unemployed, the father was in college and the mother was on medication for depression. The mother (living in another state) also has custody of two other little children. The hope is to give the mom a break and the father a hand.

A WALL: The parents have to be called and reminded to keep in contact with their children. Neither parent supplies needed items for the children and this includes food. Father quits school, still not working and doesn't take back children. The parent intends to sell the food stamps supplied to feed the children.
Am I a crutch or a wall?

Friday, December 4, 2009

I Can't Even Think of a Title

In the last few years December has grown to be my unfavorite time of the year. Four years ago I bought a huge 10 feet artificial Christmas tree to celebrate surviving Hurricane Rita and the possible adoption of a little boy we had reared from infancy well he was taken back and given to someone who gave him to someone else (I learned life goes on) , last year I lost my home and home-based business and moved to a new and bigger city with much promise( I learned I need to learn more)  and in two weeks we have to be out of the place we are in now. Can I just write a book?

I learned my daughters are resilient and intelligent. Gillean has bought a house. At twenty-three she is the proud owner of a three bedroom home with an in ground pool. I am learning a lot from her.