Child Protective Services has so generously given or "loaned" as it turned out these 2 Beautiful Children. Miss Gabbie and Mr. Blake. Now Gabbie is a cute butterball and Mr. Blake is her "big Brother" and he's taking this seriously. Of course Blake is not potty trained at almost 4 and Miss Gabbie, well she's not been to a doctor in several months. So of course the first call is to Rob. Rob is not really happy anyway because I have taken family leave to stay home with Blake and Gabbie and he's short a nurse.
So its Monday and I get Miss Priss and Just like my own to school. Bill and I are taking Blake and Gabbie to see Dr. Rob. Blake is not sick and has no idea why he needs to go but you know if Gabbie has to go, he's on board. If you know me well, you know i bribed him. So I tell Blake, "if you are nice and behave while we go to the doctor then we will stop at McDonald's on the way home.
Miss Priss calls and she needs to come home, sick at school. Sure she is. She just wants to be where we are today. So we buckle the kiddos in the car. This was well a moment as I had not buckled car seats in years. We pick up the Priss and off we go. The kiddo's get shots and various other "well check things" and Miss Priss is deemed fit to play with the babies and skipping school is proved.
Remember I promised Blake that we would go to McDonald's. So we come home and of course we pass about 357 Golden Arches. Blake is running out of patience at this point. So we are almost home. We pass what is it a golden arch and from the back seat I hear this precious child say ..." Da***T I want to go to Fu****G McDonald's! " Now Miss Priss who is in the backseat between 2 car seats is laughing, sickness forgotten and I do mean rolling with laughter! Of course, I say "huh" and so he says it again " da***t I want Fu****G Mcdonalds! OMG I know my head swiveled around, I yell at Miss Priss to stop laughing. DH is in the passenger seat and he's laughing too. HELLO we have a cusser! Now I'm no sheltered flower. I grew up with a truck driver. I hung out at the diesel mechanic shop, but let me tell you I never heard that from a soon to be 4 year old. OK, I tell him that's not nice and try to ignore the snickers from the passenger seat.
We pull in to the "other" golden arches in our town and I make a huge mistake. I say " Blake what would you like to eat honey". Now the window is down and the speaker is picking up a pin dropping and he replies "I want F*****g Fries, a F*****G chicken nuggets, and a F****** coke. OMG, I almost dropped my teeth right there. Miss Priss is laughing so hard she can't breath, DH is looking a little stunned and I just proceed with my order. Best to ignore it for now I think. So we get our "blessed" meal and off we head home. This would not be our only cursing experience.
So everything rolls along well for a week. Blake and I have had a talk about cursing and he now has a brand new potty that plays trumpets like he's a king when he uses the potty. I'm ecstatic about all the new things I find for kids and he's kinda bored really. Now we have had this week together, case worker has been and deemed me WONDERFUL and the kids cute as bugs. Life is good.
CPS has courts dates with in so long of the children being placed in a foster/adopt home. I did not know this really but DH did and he's not telling me. So we get notice of the court day where we get to go and see the purely crappy mama that ran over a policeman drunk with kiddies in the car. Now Blake has not mentioned drunk mama once. He has however been talking nonstop about is Pappy. He does love his Pappy.
Phone rings and you guessed it. He has an aunt, uncle and pappy. There is also a baby daddy. This does not thrill me. CPS says it should thrill me but well it does not. They tell me that Blake and Gabbie lived with Pappy and that mama took them out of the house without his permission and he is purely beside himself. I'm cynical. Then Blake starts to beg for pappy. I make a promise. I said " Blake no matter what happens Dennie will make sure you get to see your pappy. Happy and non cursing we went to the zoo. This entire 2 weeks had been one big vacation. We did zoo, fossil rim, lots of McDonald's and even had a big birthday party. My family is the best we had a huge birthday party to which every single member of my family showed up with gifts. It was so great that he said "is Santa here". Got to love that.
So we show up in court to see the deadbeat family. Well we get there and CPS is running behind of course. There is one other nice lady there and an elderly gentleman. She was dressed well looked completely normal. I was relieved no deadbeat family. So I sit and get to talking to her cause you all know I'll talk to a fence post. Lightening strikes as she says ... why are you here you look so normal. I laughed and said funny I thought the same thing about you. She lets me know that her niece and nephew have been sent to a foster home and she is worried to death that they have been mistreated or worse. I ask, ummmm what are their names, its dawning on me now. You know the answer is Blake and Gabbie. OMG! This woman is going to take my new babies away and she's so nice. I wanted to hate her, I wanted to say why the hell didn't you take care of them to begin with. DH is telling me to shut up. What am I going to do?
So I look at pappy and say why were they with their drunk mama. He tells me he was at the park with the kids and she just took em. Just grabbed them up and left, nothing he could do. So now I know and my mission changes. Blake is going to see his Pappy if it kills me and its gonna happen today!
Our name is called and we go in front of the nice judge person. Who ask a few questions and completely ignores me. Now you know this is going to making me mad and I'm one second away from kickin into hillbilly. So the nice judge who does not have a clue says, leave the kids in foster care for now, until a home study can be done. HOME STUDY CAN BE DONE! OK they have known about these very normal nice people for 2 weeks. They have not kicked into warp ass speed to get the home study done. OH LORD here comes Hillbilly.
I said as calmly as I can. Whats the problem. The CPS teenage worker who could not have been more than 18. I swear they went to the local graduation picked her out and gave her a job. Well she said, mam ( yes she mam'd me ) this family has a pool. They will need to have locks on the doors leading to the pool before the children can go home. UMMMMMMM OK a lock is 2 bucks and it can be installed in 3 minutes. I rolled my eyes... I know I did. DH pinched me. CPS is wide eyed cause this was not in her manual. The judge kinda grinned and said, Ms. Branson do you have something to say? Now I'm she knew the DH and he's an easy going, well spoken kinda guy. I'm sure she expected the same thing, until I opened my mouth. I said " I do have something to say." " These babies are going home today. I promised Blake he would see his Pappy. By god and greyhound he's going to see his Pappy if I have to give a room to Pappy too. There is no reason Pappy, aunt and uncle can't stop at Lowe's on the way to my house and get a lock." I'm telling you I promised and I keep my promises. I looked at the nice aunt who was crying and the pappy who was grinning and said you better bring a truck they have lots of stuff. Now this is the amazing part. The judge said " I think that's reasonable don't you "? She was looking at little miss CPS and I glaring DARING her to say no. She squeaked out a yes and I was on my way. I had to pack all the crap I had bought for "my new children".
We beat the "family" to our house barely. These were very nice people in a bad situation. I'm standing in the kitchen trying my best to keep it all together. I hear this...Dennie Dennie come here. I say just a minute Blake I'm busy. In reply I get no YOU HAVE TO COME HERE I S**T in the poddie! Trumpets were blaring and he was happy happy! Poor darlin he was happy, aunt and pappy were happy everyone was soooooooooooo happy. Me not so much. DH just helped me pack and didn't say anything. He's pretty good at helping and knowing when not to say anything.
SO we packed it all up. Aunt had an Excursion and we got it all in. I thought we were going to have to make 2 trips. Blake left in his little Texas Rangers baseball cap and Gabbie in her pink ruffle diaper covers and a beautiful dress. They had shown up dirty, sticky and wrapped in an old quilt with holes in it. I ask the aunt if she wanted their things? I had them in the garage they were so stinky. She took one look and said omg what did you think of us. At that point I knew they would be OK. I told Blake not to say bad words and put Gabbies legs on my arm and not around my ear and sent them on their way.
They say the first ones are the hardest! That would not be the case. So if you ever hear anyone say ... I know why people are fostering. Its all that money they get from the State. Just laugh. Laugh really hard and know that I had Blake and Gabbie for 2 weeks. I did receive a check 7 weeks after they left for 400 dollars. That almost covered the doctors visit. So yes sireeee we did it for the big money! The aunt is a sweetie and we got many cards and letters from Blake and Gabbie's family. Seems they had fun and Blake really did think he was just on vacation for 2 weeks. He had no idea of the "bad" situation he was in. Priceless, kids are perfect. Blake's aunt called me a couple of times and they were doing well. Gabbie it turns out is perfect at gymnanstastics. OF COURSE SHE CAN PUT HER FEET ON TOP OF HER HEAD HELLO! and Blake runs around alot yelling I LOVE BUCK SHOWWALTER! Thanks DH for that one. I guess all is well that ends well.
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