i remember when this blog was mine. and it was called something else.."i'm a cop and you're a punk" in fact. it was a good little blog.. i reviewed stuff, i had a dirty potty mouth, wild fucked up stories that were true, and i had alot more loyal readers..fans i liked to think. it was good.
then i grew up and started a family..and well what else was i gonna blog about...
then i grew up and started a family..and well what else was i gonna blog about...
life. ordinary..even when it's fucked up...
our life is sweet.
but we're bracing ourselves for moms court date on the 24th. i bet the judge says 'go get the boy, and give him back to his mother'. thats the dream i've had anyway..
thats where my heads at. our heads.
we're racing past it and into the eerie quiet of our home..the way it was before.
and how is izzi?
he's lost his mind half the time.
the other half he's the raddest kid on earth.
he's sort of developed a mild sort of split personality disorder..
no thats not really what it is..
he's just a violently moody kid. the ups and the downs are incredibly draining.
more so than with other kids..all the spectators say so.
yesterday he bit our best friend. in anger.
it left this sick bite mark on her shoulder..bruised and blood blistered.
he had his second four hour unsupervised visit with mom just before that...
next he'll spend the weekend with her, and return to us..for about a week.
then he'll be gone.
i want to talk about the new apple imac i want very badly.
and i wanna show off some pictures..but not enough to do it.
'til next time
2 comments:
I wish I could say it will get easier, but it really doesn't. My foster daughter went to a special day program with her mother from 10-3 Monday - Friday so mom could learn how to be a parent. My little girl would come home all upset and confused and yes sometimes violent. We went through this for two months before she went back to her mother full time. This poor little girl couldn't understand her emotions and had no way to deal with what was going on in her life. I wonder if it wouldn't have been easier for her if DYFS would have just given the kids back to their mother from the beginning of parenting classes rather than have here come back to my home at the end of the day. How hard it must be to feel like you have no control over your life. You feel safe and secure where you are, but have this loyalty to your birth mother.... I can't imagine what it looks like through their eyes. I am so sorry. Your hearts must be breaking. Know there is still somebody out here checking up on you.
~Laura
where is laura, and how is she now?
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