So, today was the day that I had to bring Bay in to "meet" the lady at DCFS. It ended up being the freaking taped interview, with a side of "Mom, will you wait in the waiting room, please?"
I got out into the waiting room and was PISSED. I felt set up. My heart started racing and I couldn't breathe. I haven't had a panic attack in years and all I kept thinking, was "Please. Please don't let me pass out. Not here. Not now."
After about 10 minutes, she called me back. She said that she was very beautiful and smart. I told her that I know. She said that they asked her quite a few questions, such as:
"Tell me about your room."
"What makes you happy?"
"What makes you sad?"
"What do you like best about your Mom?"
"What do you like best about your Dad?"
"What happens when you're good?"
"What happens when you're bad?"
"Has anyone ever touched you and made you feel uncomfortable?"
She said that she said no to that last one. I was like, no freaking kidding....I told you that.
She asked her what she would do, if that happened. Bay told her that she would get really mad and tell her Mom and Dad. Hmm...sounds like I've done my job and had this conversation with my daughter, doesn't it?
She said that Bay told her that if she's good, she gets to go on Daddy-Daughter dates. She said that was cute, but made me feel as though she was trying to read into that as something horrible. Whatever. My kids love their time alone with Dad, or Mom, and I won't be made to feel like I am doing something wrong.
She said the only issue, was that Bay mentioned that if they say a naughty word, that I put hot sauce on their tongues. She said that I could get in trouble for that. I told her it was better than slapping her in the mouth. "Uh, well, yeah, but you still shouldn't do that."
Whatever. You obviously do not have children. And you obviously do not know my children, who actually LIKE hot sauce and eat it on their food now. It's edible...please don't act like I am pouring battery acid down their throats.
She mentioned that I seemed "mad" when I left the room. I told her that I am just incredibly frustrated by this situation, because I know where it is coming from. I told her that as soon as I can prove it, I'm going to do something about it. I won't have my children tormented.
So, according to her, this case will be closed. Well, darling, to quote YOU..."This case never should have been opened in the first place!"