Infuriating

Yesterday my day started by filling a DCF report, my first ever in seven years. By the end of the day I had gotten my period. Want to take a stab at the wonderfulness that happened in between?

I am so infuriated with people who are parents, but do not *parent*. On the news the other night, we saw a report about a woman who went to the tanning salon and left her two kids, 3 years old and eleven months old, in the car while she tanned. It is seriously about 15 degrees outside. I wouldn't even leave my dogs in the car for that long. People who leave their kids at home to fend for themselves while they go out and do who knows what. We had a family of kids here at school years ago who were living in their apartment, on their own, for who knows how long, living off of ketchup packets.

I don't get it. So many people in this world who want to be parents so badly. To love that child, and raise that child, and care for that child, and be there for that child. But can't. And then there are these people, who have children and don't give a rat's ass about them. People who are so self-absorbed that they could never dream of loving someone else and put someone else's priorities in front of their own. It just doesn't make sense to me. None of it makes sense to me.