I’m facing the reality of old age. My thirteen year old child is helping. The Math Monster has come back stronger than ever this year. Trying to line up tutors is harder than tutoring him myself. I have achieved every combination and permutation possible on “no shows” no call backs, and anything else that would keep me from hiring a tutor. I have purchased every instruction manual I can find and have checked over every homework paper but the kid’s math grade is on lifesupport. I have tried nice, I’ve tried not nice. I am not used to losing this battle but it is harder at 64 than it was at 46 that’s for sure. Admitting I am powerless is a big step toward conquering the problem. Time to pray and dig in. No Math Monster is going to beat me. Never has and never will….
Given the weight I have gained and lost in my lifetime, I calculate I have cloned myself six times. The old method of starving myself for a period of time no longer works. If I go two days (even one) without eating I’m ready to kill someone. Exercise wise I’ve aged ten years in the last two. Walking never was attractive. I used to like to hit golf balls but no more. I watch racquetball and know I can beat seventy five percent of everyone I see playing, but I don’t have the desire to buy the equipment and play. Same thing goes for tennis.
I’m writing this to kick myself in the butt and get started on the seventh clone. I think he will be a little skinny but should not have any trouble getting up to a hundred pounds. I’n sitting outside Buffalo Wild Wings writing this. Fortunately their foods sucks so I have little temptation tonight. Only two more hours and then this ordeal is over.
Thank you God.
My two step grandchildren are in state custody with the two most wonderful foster parents in the world. Placing them with these people is the only thing right DHS has done, possibly in its existance.
They are trying to return the two little girls to a heroin addict father, with no job, who has done two different prison terms for drug offenses. He has failed more drug screens than he passed. He wants his kids so the IRS will continue to give him the $8500 earned income credit he craves. Last year the $8500 went to heroin, speakers for his ride and a hoopty for his wife (my-stepdaughter).
He is required to take drug tests, but always has an excuse that DHS buys for not showing up to test or he has a precription from a doctor for painkillers (opiates) which hide the heroin on the drug tests. The girls are thriving with the foster parents. They are independent, well nourished, receive proper medical care and well-cared for. DHS doesn’t even know their own rules. They say one thing and then do another. I’ve been sober 25 years and took a drug test along with three care-givers – two parents and a paternal grandparents. I was the only one who passed and this didn’t seem to bother DHS at all and still doesn’t. Why did we all take the test? to show that the kids were in danger and do nothing? How do you parent a two year old and a one year old under the influence of opiates, whether legally prescribed or not? Heroin addiction always ends the same way. Hopefully his addiction will end before DHS returns the children to him.