I know I suck

There are pictures coming. I promise. I've just picked up the Girlie from school. She made it until 8:40 when her poor face was hurting too badly and she needed to come home. I'm waiting for The Middle Little's school to call to come get him because he is on new meds and they may kick his hiney while he gets used to them. So I'll get to the pictures when I can. Promise!

While I was at the school to pick up said Girlie, I ran into to the district nurse. We exchanged the common cilivities How are you fine thank you how are you. And then she said that she wondered if she might speak with me sometime. I was immediately on my guard. If it was about the basketball to the face she wouldn't have sounded so vague. If it was about The Poddest of Pods, she would have called a formal meeting already. I told her I'd be sending a detailed list on Monday of The Pod's new meds. Oh okay, but it's not that. So I asked her which child it was about. Neither she said. I feel really bad about what happened last year and wanted to see if we could talk about it. I said no, she'd victimized our family already, and she didn't get another chance. She kept blathering about how she didn't know DCFS would go to such extremes, how sorry she was, how she hadn't understood my extreme anger until she'd been told in detail what had happened, blah, blah, blah. I didn't even have the stomach to blog about some of the extreme detail. Still don't. Still makes me physically ill at what almost happened to My Girlie. Another parent was passing by as I said, "Well, like I said, you don't get another opportunity to victimize our family. The bridge has been burned and I don't see how talking about it will do anything except alleviate your feelings." The woman looked at me and then the district nurse. Call me shallow, but it felt good to stand my ground and not let her draw me into her emotional needs. Being mean to this woman who'd harmed my children, with holding kindness from her, not allowing her to cleanse herself to me...in my imagination it would have been an all out fist flinging headliner event with all the fanfare of five rounds in the ring at Madison Square Garden. It wasn't, It was a quiet, rather hushed discussion, whispered in the hallway between the nurses office and the office proper.

Also met Mrs W this morning. She was open to the fact that The Girlie staunchly denied what Mrs S supposedly said. Even suggested herself that denial is entirely different than failing to remember. I found myself not disliking her. We'll see how it all shakes out. The Girlie has been back-scratched, hair stroked and cartoon observing. Just now she's enjoying a cup of hot chocolate that I made for her with whipped cream and rainbow sprinkles. Jack's newest nick-name, courtesy of The Dear Daddy, is Wabiest of Wabies. He's such a big giant man to be so silly. Life is good.