I. AM. STALKER.
Remember when I used to stalk my caseworker, before we brought Speedy and Princess home? If you were around back then, you know what I’m talking about. I’m too lazy to go look up any links this afternoon….
Anyway, now I really am a stalker. I even have friends who have offered to help (thanks, Brigitte). Speaking of Brigitte, who would you call if you killed someone and needed someone to help you hide the body? Brigitte is my person. She’s the one who would ask no questions and carry all the dead weight I asked her to carry. ha ha. I’m not sure if that is really a compliment, but I’d like to think that it is.
Back to the stalking. Calling case workers, hospital social workers, etc…. all in an effort to keep a child safe. Part of me feels like a baby snatcher. But it really isn’t like that. I would love to bring this baby home, but I also LOVE my family just the way it is. I can live with this baby being in another healthy home, though I would prefer it to be our home. What I can’t live with is knowing that this child could go home with birthparent who is simply not capable of being a parent right now. I’d like to believe that a person can change dramatically over the course of two years, but evidence doesn’t support that. I can’t save every child out there, but if I can make a difference for just this one, then you bet your butt I’m going to. Stalker or not, I will do whatever it takes to keep this baby safe. Because at the end of the day, I’m the one who sees my reflection in the mirror. And if I could have done more but didn’t, I wouldn’t want to see that reflection.
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Accomplice on 31 May 2008 at 3:40 am #
Ok, so I am lazy and never comment, but since I got a “shout out”, I figured I better defend myself…
You bet your tatas I would drag some corpse off for you. Why? Because I LOVE a little excitement in my life. Just call me when they’re fresh, rotting bodies have gotta stink.
Is that how you spell tatas? - You know, titties… those things I have that used to be attractive, but after two kids somehow they’re more like rocks in socks!?