Let the Hostilities Reign!

So late yesterday afternoon I retrieved a message from voice mail from Miss F. She had been really lucky to find someone for us, since again she was working with such a limited time frame. That someone would be Miss S and she would be in our home to shadow Miss H this next Tuesday, if that's alright with you. So I let the clock tick down and waited until after 5 to leave a voicemail for her. After the day we'd already had, I simply was not up to more of her games, even though by her voice inflections, she was rarin' to go. Yes, that would be fine, and oh, I just knew you'd be able to find someone! Since you were so successful, I'd like to change some things with Miss H being here for four hours on Tuesdays. It doesn't really work for us anymore. I don't want Miss H to leave us until you can find someone for the other child for two hours, but I do want to change this arrangement as soon as you can find someone for those other two hours. Or maybe even all four, depending on what Heather wants to do. Thank you! Bye! All very cheerful and congratulatory in my tone, like nothing else in the world was on my mind!

So Friday I received a very stilted and curt call from Miss H to tell me again that Miss S would be shadowing her Tuesday, if that was alright. I told her that Miss F had already called and that I'd left a message saying that it was fine. And then for the next surprise. It seems that Miss H was talking about someone else other than Miss S. My desire to have Miss H here for only two hours represented a conflict for her, since she has another case at 6:30 right down the street from us, so she would be dropping us and she would be bringing another person on Tuesday to shadow us as well. If that was okay. So again with the overly cheerful response, like maybe I'd smoked a bowl and was perfectly happy that my head was on fire because I don't care - I've just smoked a bowl! (Do we have any nachos?) So I said, "Oh sure. That would be fine! I'll see you Tuesday!" I got the idea that she was trying to draw me into an argument or conflict because she kept asking If you're sure, If that's okay, If that doesn't cause any problems for you. "Nope! That will be fine and we'll see you on Tuesday!" And I hung up! I've had about a zillion conversations with Miss H over the phone. This one had none of the cooperative tone of any of the others, even though we didn't always agree with each other. Yep. Miss H is definitely a disciple of the Church of Miss F and her line of bullying and bullshit. To them I have this to say:


Post script: The Girlie was sitting on the floor playing with Legos while I related this newest development with the ART to The Beloved. When she realized that Miss H would soon be a thing of the past, a sly smile crept across her face. It quickly turned into radiant beaming when I confirmed that Miss H's days were numbered. We have not told The Poddest of Pods yet, as he will be much more direct and much more succinct in his happiness with this new development, and he will likely say what's on his mind directly to Miss H. No matter. She can reap what she has sown.