Bad Mommy

Well, it took some fighting, but we finally got our foster daughter in school. Her mother never would sign the papers so she could go to school here, but we were able to have her declared homeless, even though she lives here. She's only been to school 4 days, and had to come home early today because she didn't feel good. Apparently she was in gym and started feeling dizzy after somebody pushed her. She's in her room laying down right now.

So, how does that make me Bad Mommy? I got up this morning and drove her to the bus stop, then came home and went back to bed. The phone rang while I was in bed, and by the time I got to the phone the answering machine picked up. I picked up the phone, but whoever it was had already hung up without leaving a message. The Caller ID said it was from the school, but I thought it was just her calling to see if I had talked to a friend of hers that was thinking about picking her up after school. Looking back, I should have called the number on the Caller ID back, but I thought if it was important she would call back, or would have left a message. My husband ended up having to leave work and go to school to pick her up. He was Mad Daddy because I was Bad Mommy.