It has been brought to my attention (from someone in my writer's group, if you must know) that I seem to be unloving, unkind, uncaring towards The Destroyer and her partner in crime, The Z-Monster.
Allow me to put your mind at ease. I do care and very deeply too, I might add. If I didn't care, I assure you, they would not be living here. If I was unloving I would have allowed the state to separate them and place Z-Monster in an intake center and put The Destroyer in a brand new foster home, torn from her Aunties & Uncles as well as her biological family.
You may not know what an intake center is, so please allow me to enlighten you. It is a place where they put children who they cannot place in a proper foster home, whether it be for behavioral issue or simply because they do not have an open home. Wouldn't that have been a lovely place for a three-year-old (this last sentence is called sarcasm).
If I was unkind, I wouldn't spend several hours each day drawing pictures, building duplo castles, and taking mucky walks so that their wee minds and bodies are exercised properly. I wouldn't answer the never ending questions or battle the constant bickering that takes place here. I would not provide balanced meals of gruel, beans and rice (more sarcasm).
If you do not understand sarcasm...well, I'm sorry (I'm being sarcastic).
If you do understand sarcasm, have used it within the last 15 minutes or so, than you, my friend, are welcome to snicker and snort your way through my blog.