When we picked up the kids this past Friday, I groaned when I saw that both Sunflower and Dove’s hair had been shoved into sloppy pigtails. Last time Crow bothered slapping Dove’s hair into a ponytail, it was because gum was wadded in her hair, and cramming it into a ponytail was easier than actually doing anything about it. I wondered what was hidden in the pigtails this time.
We found out when the girls took the pigtails down, and their filthy hair damn near stayed stiffly in rigid pigtail position, hopelessly matted and knotted together. Gary practically emptied an entire bottle of detangling spray on their heads, and he re-introduced them to a newfangled contraption called a “hair brush”, something their heads obviously hadn’t seen since they left our house two weeks ago. It took a heavy dousing of conditioner and endless combing and brushing to finally get all of the knots out.
May I have a round of sarcastic applause for Crow and her shockingly execrable parenting skills?
The fun didn’t stop there, though. Dove kept poking at her ear, and when Gary cleaned her ears for her, the garbage that came out of that child’s ear was astonishing. And disgusting. It is immensely difficult to look at the indisputable evidence of Crow’s barefaced neglect and bite my tongue in front of the kids.
Now, not surprisingly, Dove has an ear infection. No, really? The primary cause of ear infections is bacteria. When a child’s ears are not cleaned except during their every-other-weekend time with their father, it is not exactly a wonderment that this child has yet another ear infection.
But an ear infection means another day off “work” for Crow! Why bother lifting a worthless finger to prevent a problem when the kids getting sick is a green light for Crow to plunk her ever-expanding, lazy ass at her daddy’s house and not have to go through the irksome motions of pretending to work (when she’d much rather be stalking me online)?
After all these years, I am no longer surprised by Crow’s terrifying selfishness and horrifying lack of parenting ambitions. I have come to expect it. That doesn’t make it any easier to see the results of her selfishness and neglect on the kids’ ailing bodies, on their faces when they are embarrassed about her, or in their tears when they are in physical pain from her refusal of basic care.
What makes it even scarier is the fact that Crow, pathetically enough, still lives with her parents. That means three so-called adults in that house cannot or will not be bothered to care for the kids.
Wow…what does that tell you about Crow and her parents?