There have been some big changes around our household since the summer. That are leading me to the conclusion it is time to move.
I have talked about some of the awkwardness in our neighborhood after the DCFS spat of the summer. I am worried about the summer. Really worried.
We have started considering moving. The DCFS thing is part of the reason we are seriously considering moving. We do need more space and another bathroom.
Our neighborhood is great, and I adore (most) of our neighbors. We have great friends, a great community, and wonderful resources and leaving that will be heartbreaking. However, I no longer feel secure around one person. I find myself dealing with far too much anxiety and unhappiness over it, wondering if she is again judging myself, my parenting, or my children etc. Added to the fact, she has not made one friendly or neighborly gesture in the six months since this has happened.
As much as I hate to admit it, I am holding a grudge against her-- a strong angry-- hurt grudge. I never thought I'd say it, but I am totally on B's side on this one.
Would offering to have a cup of tea/coffee and chat help resolve this?? The awful feeling is just, well, awful. Neighborhoods shouldn't be like this. This is not community. This is not the feeling I want to live with nor is it the atmosphere that I want to raise my children in.
Conversely, in a self righteous tone- we shouldn't be the ones to run away. We didn't do anything wrong. The children are loved and adored.
So, in the coming season we will be house hunting and preparing to move. It is a scary prospect. But also really exciting to thing of having more room and more possibilities. I hope and pray we find the right house with great neighbors where we can feel safe and secure again.
Showing posts with label dcfs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dcfs. Show all posts
This is awkward..
Saturday, January 11, 2014
Ever since the DCFS kerfuffle this summer, its been really weird in our neighborhood.
Our neighbors who we used to be friends with have not spoken to us since the drama- well the woman at least. The man and I have spoken cordially a few times but nothing more. I have tried to speak to the woman and be nice to her but she brushes me off- politely.
Here's the problem. The other day- my kids were out in the snow playing and we had a gaggle of kids over playing with my kids. Neighbor kid came out and my kids started to play with her. My husband- still salty over the incident told our kids that they could not go in neighbor kids yard-- but she was welcome to come over to our yard. The kid just sat in her yard and played alone. It was beyond awkward.
I am dreading summer. We used to play outside and there was no weirdness- now I am really concerned about the potential weirdness.
Our neighbors who we used to be friends with have not spoken to us since the drama- well the woman at least. The man and I have spoken cordially a few times but nothing more. I have tried to speak to the woman and be nice to her but she brushes me off- politely.
Here's the problem. The other day- my kids were out in the snow playing and we had a gaggle of kids over playing with my kids. Neighbor kid came out and my kids started to play with her. My husband- still salty over the incident told our kids that they could not go in neighbor kids yard-- but she was welcome to come over to our yard. The kid just sat in her yard and played alone. It was beyond awkward.
I am dreading summer. We used to play outside and there was no weirdness- now I am really concerned about the potential weirdness.
Labels:
awkward,
dcfs,
free range parenting,
Friends,
Frustration,
neighbors,
outside,
play
DCFS: Unfounded
Saturday, August 10, 2013
We received our letter today from DCFS. It states that the allegation of child neglect is unfounded.
I have been vocal about this on Facebook because of the absurdity of it all. The individual who called it in admitted it-- we knew who it was, it was just the admission that was like an extra sucker punch.
What she said to me via text was such remarkable crap that I couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry or scream.
Apparently, earlier in the year, when she called 911 when I got sick- my house was a mess. I'll admit it. Have you ever tried recovering from surgery and complications and 5 kids- add on 2 dogs and keeping the house? Yes my house was a mess. It was not dangerous though. There were no (and are no bugs) there were no rodents (and are no rodents). There is clutter.
She said that another neighbor was concerned over the care our kids had been receiving. There was an instance 2 years ago when Pixie got out of the house when I was going to the bathroom- we changed the door latch so she couldn't open it- that same summer 2 years ago husband was in the garage getting something and Pixie toddled off into the road, he caught hell for it and felt awful.
Ok. Fine. So then talk to us. Offer to help. Express concern. If I know a friend or a neighbor is having a hard time I offer to help. Not judge not gossip. Bad things come of that. If all of this gossip is happening discuss it with the people being gossiped about- really assuming makes an ass out of everyone. In fact she had done just the opposite. She was very stern with my husband about not wanting to help us with childcare anymore- how does that express concern for the children's welfare?
She said it was a shame that I was angry and not willing to talk with her about this- a shame for the kids. Yep. It is a shame. A real shame that she, and adult, would take the words of a 5 year old with apraxia of speech, interpreted to her via a 6 year old child, spoken through a window with out double checking the facts. She showed incredibly poor judgement.
No, I will not forgive her yet. Someday but right now? I am not ready to. What she did to my children, what she put them through, what she put me through- at the moment makes me so angry I want to scream. My oldest, Princess, was up most of the night worrying over this and is finally now able to sleep again.
I have been vocal about this on Facebook because of the absurdity of it all. The individual who called it in admitted it-- we knew who it was, it was just the admission that was like an extra sucker punch.
What she said to me via text was such remarkable crap that I couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry or scream.
Apparently, earlier in the year, when she called 911 when I got sick- my house was a mess. I'll admit it. Have you ever tried recovering from surgery and complications and 5 kids- add on 2 dogs and keeping the house? Yes my house was a mess. It was not dangerous though. There were no (and are no bugs) there were no rodents (and are no rodents). There is clutter.
She said that another neighbor was concerned over the care our kids had been receiving. There was an instance 2 years ago when Pixie got out of the house when I was going to the bathroom- we changed the door latch so she couldn't open it- that same summer 2 years ago husband was in the garage getting something and Pixie toddled off into the road, he caught hell for it and felt awful.
Ok. Fine. So then talk to us. Offer to help. Express concern. If I know a friend or a neighbor is having a hard time I offer to help. Not judge not gossip. Bad things come of that. If all of this gossip is happening discuss it with the people being gossiped about- really assuming makes an ass out of everyone. In fact she had done just the opposite. She was very stern with my husband about not wanting to help us with childcare anymore- how does that express concern for the children's welfare?
She said it was a shame that I was angry and not willing to talk with her about this- a shame for the kids. Yep. It is a shame. A real shame that she, and adult, would take the words of a 5 year old with apraxia of speech, interpreted to her via a 6 year old child, spoken through a window with out double checking the facts. She showed incredibly poor judgement.
No, I will not forgive her yet. Someday but right now? I am not ready to. What she did to my children, what she put them through, what she put me through- at the moment makes me so angry I want to scream. My oldest, Princess, was up most of the night worrying over this and is finally now able to sleep again.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)

