The New Girl's court date is ever changing

The New Girl's worker sent me an email saying court would be the 14th. She didn't show up for the homevisit on Tuesday the 5th but sent word that the court date was moved to Wednesday as in the very next day. A while later I received word, again from BabyBoy's worker, that the court date was not Wednesday but was Thursday as in TODAY. So today I received an email from The New Girl's worker saying the court date is in fact not until the 28th. The reason being given is that the Paternal Grandma's lawyer did not file the proper paperwork. Something smells fishy. This is one of the excuses used in BabyBoy's case that made me feel uneasy. I wish I knew more about why they ruled the Paternal G'ma as unfit.

Meanwhile visits with the Maternal Grandma are about to start which I think is a good thing. They are going to schedule her for drug tests before visits, so that's good as well. We are also going to have an ISP meeting this month so I might finally get more info.

The New Girl is no longer crying for her mom at night. She has talked about missing her dad who is in prison. This may be related to The Daughter talking about her dad as he is back in town for a few days but will soon be leaving forever for six months without any visits. Both girls are going through so much at such a young age, but at least they have one another to play with. For now.

The snarky comments I made about house hold chores and such were in relation to comments SomeOneWhoShallRemainNamelessForNow made. I can leave the house at 7:30am, taking three kids to three separate locations (feeding them and dressing them before hand of course), and then spend the day volunteering or working or going to appointments or meetings or whatever, pick said three kids up at said locations, go pick up some groceries for dinner, come home finally and cook while also helping with homework before rushing off to gymnastics or tball or whatever, and yet as a "stay at home" mom, I should be able to accomplish all tasks every day. I should have a Martha Stewart & FlyLady approved house. When I am not home all day, I am still expected to have all things completed. Some days I fail. I am human.

I figure most people have caught on to what is going on by now, but I chickened out of writing a blog post about it all when I realized LK is going to use everything I write to harass me and put me down. Hello to all the people who are here to tell me to clean up this pig sty. *waves my middle finger* BabyBoy routinely eats off the floor and he has yet to die. It's easier to pick out everyone's clothes for the day when they are in folded stacks on the kitchen table. And that moldy thing in the back of the fridge is my daughter's science experiment ... for whenever she takes science. Besides, we're too busy playing in the knee high snake infested grass or swimming in the creepy milky green algae-laden water of the pool to notice all the flaws inside the house.