Dear Mr. President

"In a hundred years no ones going to give a damn anyway." Whatever.

Al is off to Chalice Camp. The Unitarian version of bible camp. Hysterical.
There will be no pictures of Al on his first day of camp, because my stupid car broke down over the weekend and some friends gave him a ride. There's literally zero funds to fix it. Yea Poverty!
I need to go back to school, but, but, but, but, Oh shit shut up with the "But's". If I don't figure out a way to earn a decent living for us, while being there for my child I will (There I go again with empty threat's to the universe) be subjected to a life of raising my kid on welfare, and this get's worse every day. I'm certain as I said before, I know nothing.
I have to find a way to make some money without it hurting Al. As in, being abused in a crappy daycare, or getting caught earning money and penalized even more, among some.
I might need to stay away from some of the Child Welfare sites too, because yesterday I found the one above, and while Al was across the street playing I sobbed on the kitchen floor for 15 minutes straight. I don't remember the last time I cried like that, I guess when he was in Foster care. It's all so big, so TOO BIG for me to even believe for a second I could change it. I had no idea until I started blogging how huge this was, that it wasn't just here in Oklahoma, wasn't just me and my children. My heart aches for Athena constantly. She should be here with us, and not with a woman who's getting almost $1000 a month for stealing my child based on lies and greed. I would give anything to have my case reviewed. No judge in their right mind would look at the facts and not over turn it.
I'll put that on my "To do" list, right up there next to fix the car with money I don't have, so I can get to the food banks, because they cut off our food stamps.

Dear Mr. President- My disabled child and I would like to say thank you, your doing one heckofa job!
Sincerely, A Welfare Mama