So blogging hasn't been at the top of the list lately. My head has been swirling, and shit hittin' the fan. If you keep up with the blog, you'll remember how I was "TAKING THE HOUSE BACK". Well, it's been done!
I now have a zero tolerance policy in the house. Counting to three and making myself sound like an idiot - OVER! The kids are old enough to get it. It's been amazing, but we had one "hiccup".
Lyla decided that she was tired of getting into trouble, and it was time for someone else to. On Thursday, she went into school and met with the social worker. This is usually a fun occassion for her. They chat, play games, sometimes read books, etc. She goes once a week to address her dyslexia and help her understand that she's different. She began telling the social worker that she's being abused at home by her brother, Jake. Lyla went so far as to say that she has bruises from him, and that she's scared to tell mom.
I'm at home, working away, when the phone rings. It's the social worker telling me what Lyla has said. Of course, my immediate reaction was to laugh. Nope, I had to go into school. If there were bruises, they said they'd have to take action! Me, being the hard-ass, told her that I'd be in during Lyla's outdoor recess. I knew this was a lie, and there was no way she was going to get play-time!
I march my ass into school, act patient in the social workers office. Really, I wanted to grab her by her ear and tell her that I can show her what bruises really are! As soon as Lyla realized that I was pulling down her pants to show them that there were no bruises she began to hysterically cry and yetll, "Don't tell Jake". Of course, because IT'S A LIE!! Each story she told us began with Lyla actually hitting her brother and her brother pulling or pushing her. Glad the social worker did her homework....NOT!
Yes, Mommy was quite pissed off. What made me more mad, was the fact that the social worker would not call her on it. Lyla was told that it was good for her to tell an adult. I CALL BULLSHIT!! The social worker said that it was punishment enough that she had to have her pants pulled down and I shouldn't address it further at home. NO FUCKING WAY! She was grounded, had to apologize to Jake and her fun classes were taken away.
Kids are getting too much control in these situations. Yes, if you're being abuse, it's good to tell an adult. If they adult realizes it's a lie, action needs to take place. What has this world come to when I need to defend one child against the other and the social workers won't call them out on this??? Our reputation would have been torn apart, our innocent child would have gone through hell. As my sister said, "This isn't he broke my pencil sort of shit."
The kids have been gems since then. I think they're getting the hang of it now! Thanks God!!