Two bits, Four bits, Six bits a dollar ... all fostering for the money, stand up and holler. Yay! Go MegaBucks! Rake in that dough! Go Team Foster Care! WooHoo!
The Cheerleader's family doesn't want her. They returned her to CPS for cripes sake, but yet they feel entitled to dictate everything about her life. They wish to meet me and approve of my home. They disrupted the day before The Cheerleader's 17th birthday yet they all fake-niced today at court and gave her birthday money. Then, they had the gall to call and inquire about what I intended to do to celebrate The Cheerleader's birthday (cake, gift cards, presents, etc). That's right folks, foster care - its the place where you put your kids so they'll have a great birthday. Want a bouncy house? Put your kid in foster care!
I am not known for my restraint and it is taking all I've got to bite my tongue lately. Everyone from The Husband who is choosing to play basketball, volleyball, video games, and tan by the pool instead of email or call home, to the idiot driving a red vehicle who scratched down the side of my van, to my sister who once again dumped cat litter in my driveway, and especially to weird ass foster care cases, this is your warning: I am about to blow.
From what I gather, because all I have is a paper saying The Cheerleader is in my care and don't have anything further explaining the situation, it appears that The Cheerleader's dad is in prison. Her mom is working at a bar and attending drug court (umm, maybe working in bar isn't the best way to stay sober. I'm just sayin'). She is also going to parenting classes in order to maintain visitation with another one of her kids, a son who is younger than The Cheerleader. He lives with his bio father. Different baby daddies, of course. So The Cheerleader has lived with different people in different places and I have no idea what the actual timeline is.
Bio Mom's rights are terminated in regards to The Cheerleader. Not sure about Bio Dad's rights.
At one point in the past she lived with a grandparent and that ended at Christmas one year where the grandparent brought The Cheerleader down to CPS. Great memories for her that holiday, just as this one. The other set of grandparents just say no to her living with them. When she was dropped at CPS that time, she went to a foster home. I don't know how long she stayed there but she claims that parent couldn't handle her simply because she knew nothing about teenagers. A lot of people can't deal with teens, but I figure there is more to the story than what The Cheerleader is sharing.
The people she was living with immediately before moving to my house was a relative, cousins or aunt & uncle or something. The male is a police officer and the female is an office manager at an optometrist. Both make decent pay and have excellent insurance so the excuse about putting her back in care because they couldn't afford her medical costs is fishy at best. She had been living with them for one year. Why they had to disrupt RIGHT NOW and not say, next week, is beyond me. I know that The Cheerleader admitted to getting physically aggressive with their bio kid and that coupled with her smartaleck disrespectful attitude probably contributed to the urgency. Either way, I can't seem to understand why they feel some random foster parent can handle her better if they can't handle her themselves ... and he is a police officer!
Her medical condition requires going to the childrens hospital a couple of times per year and getting some medication via IV. She also goes to an endocrinologist and some other kind of local doc that I can't recall. I thought it odd that she doesn't see a neurologist since her tumor makes her have seizures. She said she hasn't had any in a while, and so she doesn't take medication. Her condition is minimal, she isn't disfigured in any way whatsoever, and doesn't seem to suffer from the kind of pain typically included with Fibrous Dysplasia.
She thinks she used to be ugly so now she bleaches her hair blond and wears blue colored contacts and she thinks she is pretty now. She says dressing nice makes her feel like she is worth something. She looks for attention from boys. She's been pregnant before but swears she isn't having sex now. Besides, she can't take the pill due to her medical condition and she is allergic to latex she says. Basically I'm saying she has some self esteem issues. Counseling will start whenever her case gets staffed and that worker finds the time to set it all up.
Ironically, visits with the relatives that disrupted will start next week. I guess if she is cured they want her back? Yes, that was snarky of me. I did get an award for that ya know.
So The Cheerleader is off with her BFF who is even more disrespectful, smart mouthed, and suffers a more severe case of entitlement than The Cheerleader. Only her parents encourage this kind of behavior by giving her expensive cars (yes, plural) and other material objects all while giving in to her every whim. They shant dare discipline her or give her rules and boundaries for it might actually make her have morals, a conscious, and develop into a respectable human being.
Of course The Cheerleader is already testing the boundaries here. She hinted all night about wanting to go out with her friends on her birthday, then today she just brought one of them home from court, and then with the friend sitting here she asked to spend the night. This is after making the fatal mistake of letting me know the friend's parents don't adequately supervise, and that there are slightly older very cute brothers and their friends in the home. And that the downstairs game room is where the hormones fly, if you know what I mean. Umm, no. You can not go overnight now, you can not go overnight later, you can not go overnight ever while living under my roof. Mkay, next!
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