08/22/2026
See what had happened was…the new school system we live in decided they wanted to play a little game
The game was called: Oooo Mom, we need this, that, your entire divorce agreement, your blood type, your firstborn, and probably a DNA sample because we don’t understand why your last name is different.
Apparently, they needed to “make sure” I didn’t steal my own child from another state and roll into Cincinnati like, Surprise! I’m enrolling this one today! Help me help you. Meanwhile, let’s not focus too much on her actual medical needs.
Now hear me I have been contacting this school since MAY. MAY, Y’ALL. We have been communicating for three months. Well Libby has been communicating with a wall and after all that back-and-forth, paperwork, documentation, explanations, and what felt like a federal investigation…
They sent a school bus to my house ON THE WRONG DAY
🖕🏻WITH NO NURSE.
🖕🏻WITH NO PARA.
Excuse me… WHAT? Try that one mo gens because apparently I missed it.
Then you gunna try tell me you want to put Houdini/Beelzebub on a school bus with absolutely nobody on board who is responsible for her medical needs and you driving like Mario Andretti. Pah. Not, want to start over? No? Ok (bet like the kids say)
And when I tell you that bus came barreling down my road like they had just stolen the damn thing… BABY. I said, Oh, so we’re doing NASCAR today? That thing was PEDAL. TO. THE. METAL. No ma’am/sir. Absolutely the f**k not.
And yes I’ll send the video. Because if my baby is supposed to be riding that bus, I damn sure need to know who is driving it, who is responsible for her, and why nobody apparently read the paperwork you spent THREE MONTHS demanding from me.
“No nurse in the classroom, but oooooo… there’s a nurse somewhere on campus.” Ma’am. That is not how this works. ( felt like chuckie saying wanna play?)
Her previous school district? Zero issues. None. Zilch. Nada. They knew her needs. They knew her situation. They knew what was required to keep her safe, and they handled it. I even requested that she remain at her previous school and that I transport her myself.
DENIED.
Soooooo…
Now we’re gonna play my way, big boy.
Because apparently you wanted paperwork. I’ve got paperwork. You wanted documentation. I’ve got documentation. You wanted explanations.
Oh, baby… I have explanations. And apparently… I’ve got video.
So let’s play.
Because if you’re going to spend three months investigating why my child has a different last name than me, the absolute least you can do is make sure the bus you send to my house actually has the people on it who are supposed to keep her safe. Get in line Ohio now you f**ked around, not sure who gunna find out but it certainly will not be me.