not even waving at this point…
but I’m fine, really, just fine.
fine.
it’s fine.

I was in my sweats in a filthy house this morning when cps came to my door.
there was a report filed cos BabyJane had a bruise on her face… a bruise I have never seen. I still can’t see it.
anyhow, I’ve been very upset all day even though I seemed to have satisfied his interest and he said he was closing it.

I went to the school basically to make my presence known and quietly assert that I am not the kind of mama that smacks her kid in the eye. I dressed up. I did well and everyone assured me that they truly believed I was a good mother… it was just that Jane had told three different stories then wouldn’t discuss it. she IS six, I reminded them. I cried, the daycare director cried. she told me how aweful she felt about what she’d put me through (her words). I got two hugs, one from her and one from the school counselor. the counselor and the principal both told me how they’d had unfounded cps visits as well.

I know it’s all better now but honestly I still feel traumatized.
I know it’s not a big deal; there are way worse things that can happen…

boy: make me
me: I’ll make you
boy: you couldn’t make me
me: I COULD MAKE YOU
boy: you don’t have the BALLS, Jedyke.