CurlySue
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Another day, another stupid comment, this one at work from a woman who is notorious for lying through her arse about just about everything in the world.
Today we had a client come in. She is charged with wilful neglect of her children, two of them, one aged nineteen months the other aged almost-three. Recently, she was arrested for shoplifting. She was taken to the police station where she was for six hours having a rest period and being questioned. After eight hours she decided to inform the arresting officers that she had to get back home immediately. When asked why, she said "Because my children are home alone."
Nineteen months. Not quite three years. Home alone for eight hours whilst their mother goes out shoplifting.
"I feel so sorry for this girl," says Clare at work. When I look at her and ask "What the fuck, WHY? She showed LOADS of concern for her kids when she sat in a police station for eight hours without even telling anyone they were at home and at risk. Shouldn't you feel sorry for the kids?"
"They were screaming," she says. "She was home alone with them. She couldn't cope."
Screaming? SCREAMING, I ask? Is that not what babies do?
Clare then glares at me and says "What would you know about post natal depression? It's not like YOU'VE got any kids, is it?"
To which point I just glared back and reminded her that wasn't by choice; reminded her, also, that I would not be so fucking stupid as to go out shoplifting and leave my babies home alone.
She shut up, then.
She's not speaking to me, now.
I am just in quiet disbelief, at this moment.
Today we had a client come in. She is charged with wilful neglect of her children, two of them, one aged nineteen months the other aged almost-three. Recently, she was arrested for shoplifting. She was taken to the police station where she was for six hours having a rest period and being questioned. After eight hours she decided to inform the arresting officers that she had to get back home immediately. When asked why, she said "Because my children are home alone."
Nineteen months. Not quite three years. Home alone for eight hours whilst their mother goes out shoplifting.
"I feel so sorry for this girl," says Clare at work. When I look at her and ask "What the fuck, WHY? She showed LOADS of concern for her kids when she sat in a police station for eight hours without even telling anyone they were at home and at risk. Shouldn't you feel sorry for the kids?"
"They were screaming," she says. "She was home alone with them. She couldn't cope."
Screaming? SCREAMING, I ask? Is that not what babies do?
Clare then glares at me and says "What would you know about post natal depression? It's not like YOU'VE got any kids, is it?"
To which point I just glared back and reminded her that wasn't by choice; reminded her, also, that I would not be so fucking stupid as to go out shoplifting and leave my babies home alone.
She shut up, then.
She's not speaking to me, now.
I am just in quiet disbelief, at this moment.