Biggest Frustration: Leigh spent most of the weekend in her room because we've asked her to clean it a gazillion times and it still hadn't gotten done. We aren't neat freaks, but she has really, really odiferous feet. The smell like backwoods road kill in August. And she doesn't clean her shoes. So they smell like death forgot to shower for a few days after shoveling manure on a pig farm. And when she wears socks, they smell just as bad. And since she doesn't do her laundry unless we threaten to call her probation officer, her room just reeks. And when I have to put a towel across the bottom of her door to keep the stench in her room, it's time to do something about it. It would probably help if she would wash more frequently, but that's another blog post, one about the delights of living with a teen-aged RADdish.
Biggest TMI Moment: Danae asked me if she could get a Brazillian wax. Did I really need to know that my 16 year old is unhappy with the hair situation down there? And do I want to contemplate WHY she thinks she needs a Brazillian wax?
Stupidest Work Moment: A student at my school got arrested for throwing his federally-provided free breakfast toast at the school resource officer.
Most Irritating Moment: Realizing that Lizzie the Hobo Dog STILL has fleas. We have tried everything and can't get rid of the damn things.
Meanest Mom Moment: Dawn called last night. She has a horrible double ear infection, sinus infection and cold (brought on mostly from living in a 40 year old camper with five other people who don't clean.) The infections were so bad that her ears were bleeding. Anyway, she called because she and the dirtbag she ran off with are crashing at some distant relatives of his, and insted of staying home to take care of his still-feverish sweetie, he went off with some friends to listen to a band and drink a lot of beer. She called me, crying, because she didn't feel good, dirtbag left her with people she doesn't know, and she hates being sick with no one to take care of her.
Instead of offering to rescue her, I said, "What do you need from me tonight? Advice, someone to vent to, or something else?" She tearfully admitted that she wanted me to come get her so she could sleep at home. I said, "Then you need to ask." She didn't. Still won't ask for help. I gave her a healthy pause. When I'd paused long enough, I added, "If you decide to ask, don't wait too late because I can't drag the babies out in the middle of the night unless it's an emergency." She quietly told me she loved me, and that she'd let me know. I haven't heard from her since.
Other frustrating things:
- DFCS (Department of Family and Children's Services, pronounced Dee-Fax) still hasn't paid us for February and March. This isn't a money-grubbing thing. For each baby, we get reimbursed $10 a MONTH for diapers, and paid $14.60 a day. Diapers are $20-30 a WEEK, and that daily stipend helps cover the rest.
- The babies saw birth mom for the first time in about three weeks on Monday, and MoMo was a wreck. For three days. Nightmares. Clingy. Complete pain in the ass behaviorally.
- Steph still refuses to do a chore to completion. Hell, most of the time, we can't even get her to get started.
- My kitchen is still dirty.
- My laundry is still not done.
- Marie's new haircut looks amazing.
- Leighdidn't break anything this week, and has not self-mutilated that we can tell in about a month.
- Danae did apologize for her completely bitchy behavior. I'm not sure if it was genuine or not, but I'll take what I can get.
- I broke down and bought a pair of Sketcher's Shape-ups. Jury's still out on whether I like them or not.
- MoMo is getting better with ThankYou, but still completely refuses to say please, and throws a temper fit if you ask. She is a strong-willed little thing.
- NaNa will carry on a cooing and giggling conversation with you after feeding. It's so damn cute it makes up for all the other crap, pee and barf she dishes out.