That's RAD

This morning in the car I told my boys the arrangements for after school. I have a seminar I have to attend for school in the late afternoon. I told Bear I would be back in time for Parent Teacher Conferences at the high school and would come pick him up. I've never taken him with me before but I know I am going to hear about some problems. I've found in the past when I come home and relay the information to him he just denies it all. So I want the teachers to tell him and it can be his job instead of mine. When I told him I'd pick him up when I got back to town his reaction was SOO RAD. "I hope you don't come during dinner." I told him if he was eating I would wait. How sad to still be so concerned your mom isn't going to let you eat. There isn't going to be food. No one can be trusted. Sometimes I get so angry with birth mom for what she put them through. But then that does no good and gives me a bad attitude. I have to forgive her and move on. The basis of RAD, why our kids have it, is so ugly.