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It’s nice to know he has priorities

The “Donor” as I’ve taken to calling Emma’s biological dad, emailed me today to let me know that he was going to Canada for a week with the GF, and the baby and could we switch weekends please? (at least he said please, right? Oh wait… Just went back and read it and he DIDN’T say please)

I said yes, because there are times I need to switch too so I’m keeping it friendly but it kind of pisses me off that he can afford a vacation to FUCKING CANADA but he hasn’t paid for Emma’s dental bill, his 50% of daycare or child support since FUCKING FEBRUARY.  I shouldn’t complain- there are women who NEVER get child support.  Of course, I’d be one of them if I didn’t have a garnishment in place….

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The number of times in a year we buy “cereal” (as in sugar coated unhealthy deliciousness in a box ) is equal to about 2. Actually, I think it’s probably less than that because we’ve lived together for almost 2 years and the first time I ever actually bought any was about a month ago.

We watched Diners, Drive ins and Dives and they made Captain Crunch French Toast and Brian wanted it and I was going to make it.  Except we ate it all.  Before I made any french toast!

So cue to a week later- we are buying rice, Emma and I, and the rice is in the same isle as the cereal and Emma starts saying that her Daddy needs Captain Crunch and is in fact going to die if we don’t take him some home like RIGHT NOW.  Because HER DADDY NEEDS IT!  She said it so sweetly and dramatically that I agreed with her. (How was I to argue with death?)

(There was a guy about my age in the isle who said “If I could be assured that my kid would be as cute as that I’d think about having one.  Cause she is cute!”  Emma is a charmer, that is for SURE!).

SO anyway, it is Spring Break at Boise State so Brian has had some free time on his hands this week and he noticed that GOSH, we are really running low on edible things (Its tax season, I haven’t done a shop in weeks) and he was hungry so he went to Fred Meyer and brought home some Cocoa Krispies.  And then I had a tiny bowl after dinner! Mmm. Dessert!

This morning I called him for a chat around 10 and I said “I sure am craving some more of those  Cocoa Krispies, will you bring me some please? “

And he totally did.

And I guess the whole point of this story is that if you are going to love someone and have them love you it is a really good thing if he does nice things for you like make the messy bed over the top of you when you are tired at night and bring you cocoa krispies on a Friday.

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Kindergarten. Now comes with SWAG!

I picked up the registration packet this morning.  Emma now has a bunch of refrigerator magnets and a tee shirt.

Unfortunately, the swag bag didn’t come with any bling or booze for me-and I needed booze; I about had a panic attack walking in because HOLY HELL my baby is going to kindergarten.

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Reason 7,124,678,655 why I love Brian

I tell Emma it’s time to go, and she says “I can’t because I need to snuggle Daddy for just a couple more minutes!” and runs and jumps on the bed (he has a 10 AM class this morning, so is sleeping in late) and cuddles up to him.  The look of contentment on her face is priceless.  This is how things should be.

“You are the best daddy in all the world!” she says, and kisses his cheek.  I take off my heels and climb in bed too and for five extra minutes we all snuggle and forget work and school.

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Dear Emma

Ever since I knew I was pregnant with you- which would be approximately 6 years ago around about this time, my entire world has revolved around you.  Protecting you, loving you.  I’ve loved you since the first thought of you crossed my mind. You are by far the most perfect thing I’ve ever done.

You are five years old and as far as you know, for the most part, your world is perfect.

And I’m having a really hard time because I want your world to be perfect.   I want you to always be safe and clean and well fed. I want only good people to be around you and kind people speaking to you.

Baby, I feel like I’ve failed you because today I made a deal with the devil to protect you.

When I left your biological father for a multitude of reasons and finally filed for divorce I was granted sole legal and physical custody of you.  He was granted supervised visitation.

Your biological father, Jeff, hasn’t been a very nice person.  He’s lied and stolen and done drugs.  Lots of them.  He’s driven drunk more times than I can count on all my fingers and toes.  Unfortunately, he’s only been caught twice.  And he’s only been caught once for the drugs.  He’s left you alone several times, and alone with his home health clients (who were also not to be left alone).  He’s taken you to a hot spring where naked men could expose themselves to you. I could go on and on about the ways he’s endangered you, neglected you.  And when you are old enough I’ll tell you everything.  The whole story.  But right now I’m not allowed to. Ask one day you’ll ask and I’ll tell you the truth.

According to the “law of the land” he’s done his time and served his sentence.  And for some reason that means his problems just go away.  Because everyone knows that when you pass all the random drug tests and your probation officer is willing to testify on your behalf at a custody trial it means you are a good person.  Even though this is the THIRD time he’s had to have a probation officer and he’s still ON probation.  Apparently nothing else matters.    And judges are not interested in hearing the truth, only a few facts- from a probation officer and a drug counselor- who have never seen him parent but for some reason bear more weight in court than 6 years of history.

So for that last 8 Months your Daddy (Brian) and I have been paying an attorney to help us fight for your safety.  At first we were told the entire thing would be thrown out.  And then one week from trial we were told the judge would most likely lift supervision.  And give him a lot more time.

Baby girl, I honestly believe in my heart that he is not a good father.  I believe you to be in danger when you are with him.  The only redeeming part of his life right now is his girlfriend, who is pregnant.  She is trapped the way I was trapped.  She has only seen the good parts of him and she loves him.  So really, at this time, there are three victims in this tragedy.  Her, you and your unborn sibling.  She will pay for not listening to the warnings, but unfortunately, you and your sibling will pay the greater price.

So I bought, with two signatures and a WHOLE lot of money today, time.  I bought a few more  supervised visits and a few less overnights.  And if something happens, no overnights.

Please baby, know I did the best I could for you, that I cried when I signed those pieces of paper.  Because I know, in my heart, that it won’t work, that I’ll just be  back in court in a year’s time, or less.  But Baby?  The judge doesn’t care what is in my heart.  So I did the best I could. And I’m so so sorry.  I’m sorry I can’t protect you fully from someone you shouldn’t need protection from.  I’m sorry.

Please know, there is something good from all this-  You, Me and Your Daddy- and I mean Brian Daddy- have become so much closer through all of this.  I have learned how to trust, and how to lean and how to share and I’m so much more complete because of this.  And as Brian says- nothing in our house will change. You will have the same loving house you’ve always had- its just, now you’ll need it more.  And at least we can do that much for you.

At this moment, I’m really not okay with this and while I’ve done the best I can I don’t feel like it is enough.  I’m so sorry and please know I love you, and Daddy loves you, more than you can possibly imagine.  And no matter what, we are here.

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Mean Mommy

“If you don’t lay down right now I’m going to make you wear PANTS!”

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Emma

Emma got dressed this morning and came into the bathroom where I was doing my make up.
“Mom, I want a shower!”
” You had a bath last night but you may have a cookie”
(I know, I’m evil, letting my child eat a sugar cookie before breakfast)
She came back in with three all stuck together (they are really thin- Brian bought home some store bought dough)
“Look mom, they are stuck together, what will I do?”
“I guess you just have to eat ALL THREE, won’t you?
She giggles, “I guess I will!”

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Posting everyday is not as easy as I make it look!

What shall I write about today? No, not that, its over and done.

Shall I talk about how scrumptious my peppermint mocha is? It is, truly, but that line of thought is now entirely used up.

Um. I’m totally in love with Alicia Keys’ new song “No One”. Have you heard it? You really should. I like Alicia Keys, I think she’s a wonderful artist.

My daughter is surpassing herself in cuteness lately. Also in badness, truth be told. When she was little she never did the whole “No” thing. Well, now at 4 she is. AND there is this little boy at school who keeps trying to make her show “hers” cause he REALLY wants to show her “his”. This is not okay- we’ve worked on it with teachers, because this little boy is trying it with all the kids in his class, not just Emma. But yesterday she showed her underpants. We told her if she does it again she’ll be grounded from dresses and skirts. OMG- you might think we’d threatened to not feed her for a month. She hates to wear pants. She only likes to wear things that swish. But the punishment must fit the crime. I’m willing to bet she doesn’t show her panties again.

I guess this is a random post, with no specific point.

Did I tell you what we were for Halloween? I went as an angel, Emma went as a ballerina and Brian went as a smurf. I painted him blue and sewed a little fluffy blue tail on the back of some white sweatpants. It totally rocked, I have to say. Of course I was all in white and he was covered in blue paint and we’re still at the madly in love point- so the outcome was predictable. So next year we are going as something complementary. I was thinking white statues. And next year I won’t get a hangover from the festivities. I had my first hangover and I have to say I DID NOT LIKE IT. I should just stick to wine.

Oh, I am so starving… potato chips are so calling…

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