It seems that all I ever do here is bitch, bitch, bitch. But that is why I actually made a blog originally, was to have someplace to bitch about stuff I have no control over.

So here it is the quarterly bitch fest from your truly.

Up until the 4th of July things were going fairly good. The tiny house lady was all settled in, and more yard stuff had been accomplished. Work was being work and very little changes there. Then the Middle Spawn got hit with surprise! divorce papers.

Yeah.

So, then we hear that the MiL has taken the kids and is holding them quasi-hostage, saying that in order for mom to see them she has to sign some papers. Needless to say my kid did not sign no fucking papers. She instead filed a police report.

Flash forward a few weeks ago and the first court date, JAG steps in and says that mom has as much rights as dad, but still the MiL persists on picking up from school, etc.

Then today we get the notice that our Baby Red, the youngest granddaughter is in the hospital for fucking kidney failure and an upper respiratory infection. They are putting in a dialysis port today.

And how, you may ask did this come about? The MiL.

See, Baby Red was born real early (6 weeks preterm), with a host of issues including kidney and bladder complications - which mean that she has very little control over her bladder and urinary functions and wears pull ups to prevent wet clothing. The MiL has insisted that she just needs to use the toilet like a big girl, and let her sit in wet and dirty pull ups.

We are currently looking to see if we can file CPS charges from another state.

I am so fucking pissed off right now about this.