Friday, January 30, 2009

...it's going to be an Army kind of day

You know, more before 9 a.m. than most people do all day. That's today for me. Here's the play by play.

12 midnight - realize that CPS is coming at 8:30 and not in an actual caseworker kind of way, in an annual inspector kind of way who doesn't get sidetracked by caseloads of 120 kids. This is the, pardon me while I wax stereotypical, stereotypical CPS worker lady who has come for the past three years in January. She is near retirement, having worked for CPS her entire adult life. She is by the book as actual caring may cause empathy and compassion. Our little RADling, who has been removed from 6 different homes by people like her, runs for under the bed the moment he sees her. When the littles were all 1 she wrote me up for being "cluttered". Really, no time to spit shine with three 1 year olds in the house. When they were all 2 I was written up for not having enough toys. Last year I was uncooperative in getting all the children indoctrinated by government schooling into Early Headstart. (Hey lady, it's not my fault that Headstart does not have a mechanism for mailing me things, I kid you not.) This is even after I expressed my desire in keeping Felpsy, the little RADling in the same Mother's Day Out program to keep continuity of care. I'm so evil.

OK, so that's the first three minutes of my day. I had spent the last four hours on Facebook so I was going to be up late. I decided to start with an episode of CSI the kitchen. (I can do both, I am woman). I had delayed the dishwasher because I cannot run it during normal business hours, it is possessed. I opened it, a decision I'll later regret, so that it doesn't kick on while I'm still up.

I get the kitchen, dining, living rooms cleaned, I know it shouldn't take that long, but CSI was visual last night, needed my full attention. Got to bed around 2:00.

Hubby got up at around 5:45 - I know this because at 5:46 I was waking up to the twins, not the foster twins some other twins, foster children always sleep in their own bed, fighting for position. While I do have two sides, one is apparently preferential and they both need to be on that side. Hubby kissed us all goodbye before leaving for Bible study. I txted him kisses back.

6:45 alarm starts going off. Snooze, snooze, snooze. 7:07 Radical is standing in my room, telling me he's started the pancake pans, and the dishwasher is still dirty so he's not going to unload it. CRAP. Now I'm not going to get a shower, because the plumber is coming over to deal with said dishwasher, I'm assuming he wants it empty and there is not enough hot water to run dishwasher, have a teenager shower and have any semblance of hot water left over. CRAP. But how awesome is my nine year old?

7:11 burn make pancakes
7:13 clean more
7:15 repeat until 7:44 when I realize that the nine year old is supposed to be in school in six minutes and he doesn't have a lunch yet. Quicky lunch, luckily he's easy. Then a leisurely walk hurried ride to school. Line returning from school so long had to go around the block the back way, it's amazing how different things look from the opposite direction.

Clean the bathroom, sweep the boys rooms, organize the closets. Put the orphans to work. Realize that the Divine Ms. M is also a fridge looker. Fruits? Check. Veggies? Check. Science experiments? Nope. We're good. Milk expiration dates? All in order.

And it's 8:05 Oh but wait there is a little princess still asleep in our bed. (Yes I left the house for four minutes earlier, but Big Boy was here). Princess must be removed from our room, because any room the kids have access to is under the jurisdiction of the state. Luckily she is a willing participant.

So, by 8:30 all is well, the Divine Ms M is prompt as usual. Thank you. She is surprised we took Felpsy off of his mood stabilizers. Was interested in our July trip to Vegas which we were planning last January. You'll recall we didn't get permission until we were literally in the car on the way to the airport in mid July. Yep, and you want the government to have more control over your life.

She talked to the kids and as far as I overheard they did not report constant beatings or blood letting. She then sympathized with me about the length of time we've been dealing with this, then I shocked her by letting her know that our Family Court judge died, many months ago. Guess when you are out of the loop.... Anyway, she stamped her seal of approval on our house and home and remarked at the progress that we've made with Felpsy, and "without medication that is wonderful". Yes, contrary to popular belief, you don't always need to drug up your four year old. Anyway, it was about 9:05 when she left and I've already had a full day.

'Cept I got to go to Sams Club and the grocery store. And shower, none of which I can do until the plumber leaves. And it appears he's charging me by the hour, if you know what I mean.

6 comments:

hsmomma5 said...

You're my hero!!! :)

Tracey said...

I'm a mess without sleep...not sure how you do it?

Annie said...

Coke as in a-cola.

Torina said...

A fridge looker?? ISH! That alone would have made me so cranky.

mary grace said...

Sympathy in your direction. Sounds like this lady is your new best friend, right?

Rachel said...

All I can say is...if that social worker looked in on my bio kids, she'd be singing another song.

Would I get in trouble for toothpaste globs in my sink and serious clutter?

Click this and I will send you flair:)

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