Hope everyone had a Holly Jolly Christmas. Mine, Not so much. Oh, the kids enjoyed the day. They loved everything they got. Happy dances all around.  I was having a wonderful Christmas until I put the little darlins to bed and went out to the car to retrieve their gifts from "santa" and the stocking stuffers. Guess what I found laying on the patio in full view of every freakin weirdo around here? Two little wrapped packages...from their father. No. I take that back...from this point forward he will be referred to as my sperm donor, well, because that's what he is. Now, please understand I am grateful for the gifts, but this is a man who promised his children, clothes, shoes and new beds for Christmas. This is a man who has spent every single christmas morning with these kids. That was always the one good thing I could say about the man. Not this year. He was calling them and promising these things up until Christmas Eve...and then nothing. Can I just add that the beds were a big thing here because my kids are still sleeping on toddler beds! Have you ever seen an 8-year-old that's as tall as her mother sleeping on a toddler bed? It ain't pretty, let me tell ya.
Two little boxes on a patio. When the kids opened the presents the prices were still on them. Xander got a train that cost $9.98 and Sierra got a doll that cost $7.98. HUh? I asked this man 5 times. "Are you sure you're getting shoes for Xan? Because if you aren't I'll be sure to get them."
"Yes. I told you. I swear, I'm getting his shoes."
"You know he has to have new shoes for school?
"I said I'm getting them. Don't worry."

Welll, no shoes. And now mama has no money for shoes! Can we say butthead? It's official. He has checked out as a father. I would love to know why men can walk away from their family and go months without seeing their kids? And then move in with someone that has her own children and all of a sudden her kids are his? But the kids he had first, the ones he walked away from are forgotten? Like mine. I guess there's no point  in dwelling on these things. God will provide. It just get's hard sometimes.
But if I had a chance to do it all over again I would. I would endure the abuse, the affairs, the whole nine yards, because it was all worth it. I have Sierra and Xander. And they are my gifts. My gifts from God. And I give thanks everyday that I have them...even if they are some strange little beings!

Later Taters,
Ney-Ney

(((Hugs))) Hang in there!

Oh, Ney-Ney, that just sucks! We're on the other side of that fence -- earlier this year my stepdaughter's mother was awarded a huge bump in child support. And even with that, my stepdaughter gets yelled at when she asks her mother for new clothes. What makes it even worse is that before we could afford to buy her extra. Not anymore. Her mother treats the child support like alimony, and she and my husband were never even married! The sad thing is, it's always the kids who lose out. Hang in there!

Yes, God will provide! God has given those children all they need until they can hold their own... and that my sistah is you! Keep your head up!

De Ja Voo-doo. After mine pulled that 100 years ago...well, it was the last time we ever heard from the child enforcement agancy fugitive( I also call HIM "The Sperm Donor")! Hope things get better for you all. Raised 'em alone and I'm a grandma 9x's and he's still running.

Don't ya just hate TRIFILIN men?!? I know I do, this situation sounds all too familiar!

Isn't it wonderful to be an independent, empowered, superior Amazon of a woman?