It has been one hell of a month for us. So much has been happening and I don't know where to begin. Okay, first thing, she is GONE! Remember the cousin no one wanted? Well, I now know why. For someone who is supposedly slow, she sure is sneaky and conniving. Not to mention, nerve racking. It is so hard to describe just what my life has been like recently.
"Special A" came to live with us in august. We thought we were doing a good thing. I thought maybe she might be some help to me with the kids and Mike and I would be good mentors for her. WRONG, oh, how wrong I was. "A" had no money, no major possessions, no manners or morals... The list goes on. We made the trip to the social security office to see if we could apply for disability for her, well, that takes 120 days before you find out if you are approved or not. In the meantime, we are poor, have I mentioned that before? So I headed out to the good old family and childrens services office to see what assistance we could get for her or because we had her. Well, in doing so, I lost Medicaid on both my children because my husband makes a whopping $270.00 a year too much. "A" got on Medicaid at this time. Go figure right? I thought now because we were supporting another person, a disabled one at that, we would at least be able to keep the kids on Medicaid or maybe even get foodstamps. I am not too proud to utilize what I have worked so hard for. We were denied. I have no idea how. My husband works full time, goes to school 3/4 time, and we were below poverty level for a family of 5.
Here is where I might go too far. I do not consider myself racist or ignorant, but everyone is to some extent. I have learned that if I was divorced and my "boyfriend" lived with us that we would qualify for help. It would also benefit us if we were of a different race. Anyone who lives in the South knows the statistics for state assistance is outrageous for races other than Caucasian. This is very disheartening to know that the state is basically encouraging childbirth out of wedlock and making marriage seem like a bad thing. I was under the assumption that these services were to help people willing to help themselves. Apparently not so.
Wow, time to get off the soapbox, got a little politically sidetracked. Anyways, back to what I was saying, "A" was becoming a bit of a financial burden, something that we just cannot deal with right now. The girl can eat! Now mike and I are on the chubby side and I think I like food as much as sex... So that means a lot, but I think she put us to shame. In addition to the financial burden comes the mental anguish, yes, it was that bad. She would just grate on your nerves, just casually forget every fucking thing you taught her unless it was something she wanted to do. My mom got her set up on her AOL account thinking that would occupy her and keep her out of our hair. Well, bad idea. She stayed up all night, slept all day, did not do a whole lot to help me. Apparently complained to other relatives that she should not be saddled with caring for kids at her age. I just want to scream at her, ask her why the fuck is it my responsibility to take care of her when she doesn't want to help me. Everyone keeps saying "poor girl, it was the way she was raised". Hell yes it is, but until someone makes her responsible for her actions and words she is going to always rely on that excuse.
But anyways, on a lighter note, we took our first trip without the babies. Mike and nerd boy had a programming competition to attend in Melbourne Florida. Which by the way is a shit hole, but, we did find a lovely restaurant I would highly recommend. I spent Saturday with nerd boy's wife. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. They are a fun couple. It will take another whole post to accurately describe the level of nerd in attendance there. I think they saw us and were like, "GIRLS!". I will get to that later this week since I do not have a leech on my couch watching me now :)