Today I attempted to parent 7 kids...well, 8. But the 8th one slept all day, so she doesn't count.
I drive a Toyota Camry. Yeah, they seat FIVE. So... until we buy that short bus and paint "Honk If You Love Jesus" all over it--I have them all to myself, in my 3 bedroom crap box, on Saturdays.
One of my new step children has diabetes. Like "give yourself a shot of insulin" diabetes. Yeah. Like, this is serious stuff. I didn't take that class. So, I made specific (or so I thought) requests that he come to my house with EVERYTHING he needed. Oh, wait...did you see that pretty butterfly float by? What was I saying? Forget half his stuff? Okay. No problem...
And THEN to top it off... When he actually *NEEDED* his "stuff"? I broke all protocols and procedures in who to call--who NOT to call... who to talk to, who NOT to talk to... So, basically I feel assless at the moment. Chewed out by 2 men in my life whom I thought...well, who I respect. Now I just feel: clueless AND assless. Incompetent. I'm sure CPS will be called any moment.
I can GUARANTEE you this: I will have EVERYTHING he needs, plus alcohol (for me) before the next visit. And I will call NO ONE--except 911 when he falls into a coma.
And I am demanding a raise. This shit ain't worth all the ass chewing...
Now I want to write a book about ravines.
23 hours ago