If I had a " Get out of jail free" Card!

Let me vent about a situation that happened on Thursday. My oldest daughter Genevieve has gymnastics lessons at the YMCA. That facility also has a supervised play area for children. So for one hour on Thursday Ailey goes to the "play room". Now I can watch Genna do gymnastics without having to say sit down, be quite, watch your sister. I never had anything go wrong. Until the dreaded Thursday. I drop Ailey off at 6:55. The Fat bitch watching( using the term lightly) the kids threw the bracelets they use as theft protection at me. "Fil dis ow whi cho name, den fil dis juan which yo baby name." Great! It's Ghetto daycare! I am not racist, I hate Ebonics. Please proper english people. Anyways, one hour later I happily go to get my baby. What happened to her face! I scream at the lady. "oh my baby got split lip to" She couldn't tell me how it happened, when it happened, nothing. So obviously she was not watching my child. I got her home changed her into pj's. Time for teeth brushing! She wouldn't brush her teeth. My child loves brushing her teeth. I look more closely at her teeth, which she said hurt. I pull up on her chubby swollen upper lip. OH MY GOD! Her gums are bloody! No Her frenulum ( the connective tissue on your lip that is between your lip and gums up on the top)is torn completely from her gums. Holy Shit! I called the 24 hour nurse line that then lead to an ER trip. This bitch that sat her lazy fat ass down didn't realize my child had that kind of injury? The ER doctor said it takes alot of force to tear that area, not only that it bleeds like hell. So now my little girl is going to have a torn frenulum for the rest of her life. the two parts will heal, but they will not reconnect. So if I see this lazy piece of shit fat ass bitch. I want my get out of jail free card. She can live with a torn frenulum too.People like that should not be taking care of children. If you weigh 500 pounds you can't take care of yourself let alone someone else's child. I'll update this after I hear back from the complaint I filed with the YMCA.

My inner monolog is nonexistant.

I have the funniest things to say. Sometimes they are bitchy, sometimes they are crass. But they are always funny. My husband keeps telling me to use my "inner monolog". I try to. I really do, but then I look like a crazy person because I am laughing at myself. Let me share an example with you. Not to long ago, (no galaxy far far away. sorry) My family was at the grocery store doing our weekly shopping. During the check out process, load the belt with our stuff, blah blah blah. My daughter Genevieve points out a pocket sized book next to the candy bars. "Look Mom! 'Baby Names for Dummies'!"WHAT? No way! Sure as shit. 'Baby Names for Dummies' right next to the monthly horoscopes and psalm in your pocket books. Now I can't resist this one. I turn to my husband, with that glimmer in my eye. Out pops " Geez Honey, you think they would hand that one out at planned parenthood for free!" Then I laugh almost uncontrollably to the point of tears in my eyes. "No, I don't have any coupons." I say to the cashier. Casually looking back to my husband. Then I realize the people standing behind us heard me. Also the people behind them. Oops. It also happens to be the first weekend of the month. The Foodstampers hear me. ( Let me explain what I call Foodstampers: People who drive Escalades that have $250.00 sneakers on carrying cellphones better than mine, yet "milk" the system for free food and rent.) So that is just one situation with plenty more to blog about. Just wait and you will see! I am an Equal Opportunity Bitch. I do not discriminate based upon race, sex, creed, religion, and so on...