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Edited on Wed Jan-07-04 06:55 PM by Argumentus
I'm a single dad, and I do a pretty decent job of it. I wish I had more time, money, and energy, but so do most of us.
She's seven, she's in the second grade, and she's spoiled rotten.
Anyway: I spend a lot of money on my kid's clothes (at least, a lot for me), as does her grandmother, who is apparently unable to pass a clothing store without buying her something ;-) I want her to look nice and feel good about herself, as well as simply wanting her to be well-groomed, clean, and tasteful. I also don't want her teachers to have a bad impression of her, nor do I want other kids poking fun at her. Are these things too much to ask?
The mother buys virtually no clothes for her kids (she has three; the fathers of the first two have custody, the father of the third is working on it), leaving it up to their fathers. Her apartment is filled with piles and piles of dirty clothes (she apparently has never heard of a "laundry basket"), as well as trash, dirty dishes, old toys, and just plain crap. Child Protective Services has been out to her house a few times over the years (I called them a couple of times), and she cleans it up for the one week it takes to get them off of her back.
She goes to her mother's house after school on Monday and I pick her up after school on Wednesday. Her mother also has her for four hours every other Sunday afternoon. The things shes' wearing when she comes back are incrediblly ugly and always dirty.
She comes back today with the back of her head done in "corn rows." She has short bangs, so the front is impossible to do, and the effect is bizarre. They're also not done very well. This is probably because little white girls in the suburbs don't WEAR their hair in corn rolls.
The clothes were FRIGHTENING. The pants were not "peddle-pushers," they were too damn small. The shirt was also too samll. They were both pink, though not the same shade of pink, and both had different patterns and different trim -- I used to work with the mentally handicapped, and most of them were more capable of dressing themselves than my daughter is. More importantly, they were dirty. I don't mean the kind of dirty that you get when you've played outside or spilled milk at lunch; I mean the kind of dirty that never, ever comes out, the kind of disgusting stains that are forever permanent.
I've tried to teach her, to show her, but I'm a guy: everything goes well with jeans. I'm not sure if her mother dresses her or lets her dress herself, but whatever it is, it ain't working. WHAT KIND OF FREAKING MOTHER LETS HER CHILD GO OUT OF THE HOUSE LOOKING LIKE THAT?!?!
On Wednesdays, more often than not, I am literally emabrrassed to be seen in public with her.
What do I do?
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