Walt Disney's Newest Ride

I don't understand is how can kids idolize a man who does nothing for them? They see him once a week and it's like they are in bliss to stay in the shithole he takes them to. Nevermind that he was just talking about the crackheads that live down the hall, or even the fact that my oldest asked me if Daddy and my sister are Boyfriend and Girlfriend because she saw them sleeping in the same bed together... or even the fact that he walked out on us and took all of the money and the car with him, and then refused to pay child support or drive the children anywhere. What I don't get is that he is so worthless he can't even keep a job, has no house, and they sleep in sleeping bags at my sisters house because he is so worthless he can't keep a lease.... and they still treat him like he is a one way ticket to Disneyland. Maybe if Walt Disney had a ride like that he would have three times more money than he ever had now. My kids would never leave. They could float around on giant sleeping bags thru tunnels of never-ending ramen noodles, and thru rooms full of a foggy mist scented with the aroma of a pack of freshly smoked Marlboros. Sounds like a freaking blast. Where do I get my ticket? Wait, I want an arm bracelet. More bang for my buck. Cuz I know I will never wanna leave. Ahhhhhhh, nothing better than stale cigarette smoke and ramen noodles. Especially if your Daddy is right there along side ya.

My oldest says, "When daddy gets his new house we are gonna live right down the hall from our cousin, and we will get a room just like we have here... only it will be a lot cleaner." I about choked on my water. I could have a spotless house too if my kids were only here for 18 hours a week (and slept for 8 of them). Not to mention he does NONE of their laundry, so none of their clothes are there... they take none of their school projects over there, none of their homework, nothing of any actual substance. All of their big toys are here... cuz ya know... the Dollar Store doesn't sell bikes or Little Tikes trucks. And he only goes to the Dollar Store for stuff for them. Anything else is pure blasphemy. And they want to live with him?? I just don't get it.

I finally put an end to it. I told her that she couldn't live with Daddy until he had a bed for her to sleep in, and food at his house that didn't consist of ramen noodles or 29 cent macaroni and cheese. Maybe they like living there because they don't like to eat vegetables and he never seems to serve any. That's a thought. Since I knew that would never happen, there is no chance that she will be moving. Or her sister and the green clad brother of hers ;) It's okay though... I am kinda attached to them. Even if they do make crazy.

I guess I should quit rambling. I started writing so long ago. I didn't mean to bitch so much... but I gotta say I am glad I did... and I am sure my husband is too... cuz now I won't be bitching at HIM about it. And HE said a blog was a silly idea. *scoffs* If he only knew ;)

Have a FANTABULOUS evening all. Tuck yer kids in their beds, make them eat their vegetables, and remember: They may hate you today... but they will love you later. And above ALL: Don't let them have a one way ticket to Disneyland.