Headstart, Roofie, Mother’s Day, Full Moon

The Policy Committee was predictably depressing. I am so ashamed of my peers. Fellow moms who didn’t seem to give a rats ass about anything except making motions to accept everything that was presented to them. Maybe they get a thrill about having some power. Maybe they like the free food. Maybe they just like sucking up to the Executive Director.

I was the only one who refused to accept the AWOL policy for the 09-10 year. I said it needed to be revised completely, adding in some type of 3-strike rule, or employee performance evaluation instead of immediate termination. I also suggested that AWOL employees be eligible for rehire.

I can’t talk about specifics more than that due to confidentiality, but lets just say that my fellow parents looked at me like I was some kind of alien that had invaded their planet. Like someone called Five-O on their party. How dare I show up at the last meeting of the year and piss in the calm waters of their monochromatic pool.

I’m the only person who thinks we shouldn’t treat our childrens’ caretakers like fast food employees. To make things even worse, the Executive Director announced that she would probably lose her voice at some point during the meeting since she’s been under so much stress, her throat has started to close up. Yay. My emails have caused a physical reaction in the poor woman.

So I’m not going back. I’m making a budget and if I can afford it, I’m taking my daughter out of Headstart at the end of the summer.

LB, some friends and I went to have dinner at the restaurant Spot works at, and had a wonderful time. He got a great job as the lead preschool teacher at the fledgling Montessori school. He said its the exact opposite of Headstart and he loves it. I told him to let me know if they had an opening, but the fact is people get their kids on that waiting list while they’re still En Utero.

In Roofie news, since he bailed on his weekend, his mother asked if LB could spend the nigh. I dropped her off Saturday afternoon. To my surprise, Blondie was there dropping off her kids as well. After completely ignoring my presence, she rattled off about her family issues and how she needed Rooferman’s mom to watch her two daughters. Grandma R, being a saint, would never say no to anyone, and welcomed the two Blondie Jrs into her home.

After Blondie left, I asked Grandma if she would be ok with 3 screaming girls running around all day. I shouldn’t have even asked. OF COURSE she would be fine.

At that point, Blondie Jr came running up to me and said:

“I’m not supposed to talk to you, but my mommy says you’re mean to LB.”

Grandma R’s jaw dropped. She started stammering. I got down on my knees and looked at Blondie Jr.

“You know Honey, all mommies are different. Your mommy may have a different idea about what is mean and what is nice. Its ok if she’s angry or if we don’t agree on everything. I just hope that one day we can all be friends and everyone can be happy.”

She seemed satisfied with that, but Grandma R was visibly upset. The next morning when she dropped LB off she started crying.

“I’m so sorry that happened. I should have defended you. I should have made Blondie acknowledge your presence. I shouldn’t have let her disrespect you like that.”

I tried to comfort her and tell her it wasn’t her fault, and that these things were going to happen. I told her I wasn’t even upset when that happened. In fact, I was glad that the truth was revealed in front of Grandma R. Now she knows that Blondie is telling her kids lies about me. 6 months ago, this would have reduced me to tears. I’m amazed at how far I’ve come.

My mother daughter chose a very cute Mother’s Day card depicting Snow White hugging Grumpy the dwarf. Inside it said, “Thank you for always loving me, even when I’m grumpy.”

Later that day, LB and I went on a walk around our new neighborhood and checked out all the houses for sale. Way out of our price range, but had a great time anyway. We passed lots of moms enjoying the Colorado sun with their kids, playing on their front lawns. I got two Happy Mother’s Day greetings and I paid them forward to the next mom I saw.

Hope you all had a great Mother’s Day. For you single moms, I hope your Ex’s girlfriend’s kids didn’t call you a mean mommy. For you married moms, I hope never have to deal with that situation.

P.S. I resisted the Full Moon in Scorpio temptation to call Young Buck for meaningless, yet most likely, hot sex. Are you proud of me, or should I have gone for it? I don’t trust myself with the Scorpio moon, its too easy for me to get in trouble.

The Big Dick Syndrome

After major wheel squeaking, repeat phone calling, stalking of friends and local networking, I am scheduled to receive 15 WHOLE MINUTES of free legal advice from a real attorney today. So, I need a game plan. I need every question written down and assigned a certain number of seconds to present. I need all forms and documents up to date and ready to throw on the table. Its a marathon of information-absorbage, baby!

I’ve been rehearsing how I’m going to introduce my case since I sat down at my desk this morning. Luckily, its dreary and cold out, so most sunshine-addicted Coloradans are hibernating today, and my phone has remained silent. But yeah, I’m determined to get what I need to represent myself from this (apparently awesome) attorney.

An update on Rooferman. Grandma Ruby apparently went by his house again, only this time Blondie was there. She talked to Ruby for a good while, explaining to her why Rooferman is NOT going to jail, and the Hot Check dude is just full of it. Blondie also told Ruby that….get this, she has been working on the roof with my ex.

Yeah, you heard me right. Ruby told me that Blondie even had a near-death experience on a ladder while “helping him roof.”  She apparently was so freaked out by it, she went into his truck and cried.

For those of you who don’t know, Roofing is in the top 10 most dangerous jobs, due to people falling.

The fact that this man has manipulated his new girlfriend into climbing onto a roof with him, when she obviously has no experience and is therefore endangering her life….for HIM, makes me want to puke. Why? Because I was there. Because he has found another girl as clueless as I was.

Dear, kind Ruby actually asked me, “Do you think he even realizes what amazing women he has been with in his life? I mean, you moved to Louisiana with him, and now this girl is up on a roof, working with him.”

Part of me wanted to reply,  “OF COURSE HE REALIZES IT! OBVIOUSLY THIS TACTIC HAS WORKED WELL FOR HIM IN THE PAST! I GUESS HAVING A BIG DICK WILL MAKE STUPID WOMEN FOLLOW IT TO THE END OF THE EARTH!”

Great sex is not worth risking your life. It does not mean that the person loves you. It makes me sad that someone else has become the victim of that situation, who is now so devoted to this man, she has started sacrificing her own safety.  Blondie also is going to get a full time job, so Rooferman can have the winter off from his dangerous trade, and they can get their “heads above” water.

I was saying those exact words to Ruby 2 years ago.

So familiar. So sad. So not my problem anymore.