Job Search

I'm looking for a job. This will be my first paying job since my late teens. I have spent my entire life rendering myself useless to the majority of the powers that hire. I am a mother and as such I have worked tirelessly and around the clock. I have become an expert in everything from "My Pretty Ponies" to Compliment Immune Deficiencies. (My youngest has a Compliment ID)

However hard I have worked learning to communicate with insurance agencies, school officials, directing my children and managing my household. I still appear to the work force to have done absolutely done nothing. When at the job center, I was advised that I could put maid as a possible job skill. Wow! How demoralizing. Though many claim to have great respect for at home mothers does this translate into the ability to be hired? I think maybe not.

So I continue to submit applications knowing that one-day I will get hired and when that happens, watch out world, a mother is in the building.

The Alcoholic

This
is what it
feels like to be an Alcoholic
All that I was
or ever would be
revolved
around my friend

She
greeted me in the morning
nausea, remorse
headaches

She
pestered me at noon
making plans
of
where
to find her

In which store
shall I seek her
each day
a different
location

She
nagged me
in the evening
ruling
my every action

She
duped me in the night
promising to
quit


She
was my master
my lover
my destroyer

Recovery Poetry

Beautiful Friend


Giddy, Excited, Flushed
I am going
To pickup my friend
She waits patiently
On a shelf
I drive on
Manic thrills
Chasing down my spine
I’ve held off
Two days now
Waiting seems excruciating
Ahh…. There she sits
Pretty in her
Sleek sexy label
Buy her little sister also
With the screw off top
Drink them one, two, three
On the twelve-minute drive home
Feel the acrid burning
Rush across my mouth
Spilling into my belly
Up the stairs
Pop the cork
My elegant wine glass
Full to the brim
I gulp her down
More and more
Haze and dullness
Converge
I am alone
Content
Peaceful

Mad Mom D.A.R.E.

My seventh grade son, recently expelled form his K-8 school, until the end of his 8th grade year, is faring pretty well given the way the school pushed him out the door for bringing a tiny amout of marijauna to a school dance. I'm not suggesting that he ought not have been punished for his behavior. It is beyond belief that they should do so for such a long period of time. In light of the apparent lack of concern they show for their students regarding educating them against using drugs.
D.A.R.E. is the only program the school uses and it has long been proven ineffective. There is absolutely NO emperical research suggesting that D.A.R.E. does what it is designed to do. Sadly there are programs, proven effective, available to our children. Not only do schools fail to meet their obligations, but also when children get caught doing stupid things, schools further place students and their fragile futures in danger by expelling them from school. "So long. Not our problem they seem to say." Then families are left floundering wondering how to pay the bills, how to help their child, how to prevent disaster by leaving their child home alone all day. In short how not to make a bad situation worse.