I have to take my kids to the military equivalent of social services today. Someone called in a neglect report last week and said that I leave them alone in the house in the mornings when I go off to work.
That's odd, seeing as I don't have a job. Apparently, I leave for work at 0645, Shea leaves at 0700, and the boys are alone in the house until 0740. Like I said, I don't work, so around that time in the morning I'm usually here, on the computer, e-mailing Dave and reading the paper whilst the kids are showering and getting ready for school.
So, today I have to go try and prove that I don't work, don't have a job, and am not neglecting my children by leaving them alone in the mornings.. My kids are going to have to go with me and be interviewed as well, and I'm really unhappy about that. They're the innocents in all of this, they don't deserve to have to go through this BS. Whilst everyone who has heard about what's going on has agreed that it's all lies, we still have to go, just as a formaility.
Oh, and the person who is doing all this is the same person who called my husband right after I had the vehicle accident last year and told him that I was screwing someone else in our bed. I had 7 broken ribs, a broken collar bone and shoulder blade, pulmonary and cardiac contusions, a dislocated shoulder and torn ligaments in my neck...but I was still fucking someone else.
I'm beginning to feel the first stirings of anger now. I had, for a fleeting moment, a great desire to go smack the shit out of the accuser last night. I didn't, and I won't; doing so will only create more problems for me.
But I am about at the end of my tether.