My step-daughter's biological mother is a wench. Let me start by saying I had a wonderful Easter with my children. It was just the three of us and we visited my parents. We did an Easter Egg Hunt, played basket ball, flew kites and my dad took the kids on a ride in his excavator. They had a field day.

My dad adores my step-daughter, but because her mother is so wretched, he rarely sees her. Today, when they were flying kites, one of the kites got stuck in a tree. My dad told her that he had it all covered and went and got a chain saw. She said "Oh my goodness! Are you going to cut down that big tree just for a kite?" He replied "Of course. You need to have your kite back." (He kept it to himself that he is in the process of clearing out the trees anyways). He asked her which of two trees the kite was stuck in. She indicated the wrong one (which I believe he knew). He cut down the tree she indicated and then looked up to see the kite still up there. He said "Why would you let me cut down a perfectly good tree?" Just as she began to stumble out an apology with a very worried look on her face, he said "No biggie, it must be this one." With a chuckle from him, she knew he was just joking. She thought he was wonderful.

Anyway, I digress. We had a fabulous day that ended with me dropping her off at home. Bio mom was cordial as ever. Ten minutes after getting home, I received a call on my cell. I was then berated for literally twenty minutes for letting her sit in the front seat of the car and for not putting sunscreen on her. According to "mommy dearest", she was purple and in agony. Unless my little girl has become a chameleon, she was not purple (as I am sure I would have noticed). She was not even the slightest bit red. In regards to the car, she is just shy of ten years old. The law is 8&80. Eight years old and at least eighty pounds. She well than exceeds the requirements. She has ridden in the front seat numerous times when I have stuff in the back. The airbag was turned off. I'm not stupid.

This woman looks for things to get upset about and she NEVER approaches me in person. It is always on the phone. I think what bothers me the most is that she attacks me as a mother. Her father always forgets sunscreen, but I would have expected more from you Ireland. How can you be so irresponsible?

I may not be perfect, but as far as I am concerned, I am a damn good mother.