The Dirty Mommy Club

Bean and I are sitting here at 12:44am dishing the dirt.  My littlest little had far too many naps today and has declared this evening to be a no sleep zone.  Which, honestly, is fine with me.  Gives us a little time to discuss her world domination plan (you don't take over the world without bringing your Mom).  And time for me to tell her some stories about Dirty Daddy. 

Dirty Daddy and I decided to host an international student this year.  Truthfully, I was more than a little skeptical of doing this. Having spent the past year with so little space due to the renovation, I wasn't sure I wanted to share it with anyone other than my family.  But I am oh so glad we did!  Our wonderful Eva arrived from China and has instantly become one of the family.  The kids adore her, she is a kind and amazing person, and at the tender age of sixteen, crossed the world for an opportunity to study abroad.  That makes her braver than I.

One of the prerequisites for hosting a student, other than being fabulous (check), is a police check.  So Dirty Daddy and I both had to get our tails down to HQ and fill out some forms.  I went on a morning with the kids when Dirty Daddy was at work. I was hoping to catch a glimpse of a police officer (for the kids), but we only got to see the front desk lady and some guy coming in to get finger printed (didn't know it was a voluntary thing).  Upon hearing 'finger printing', Bug immediately shouted out that she too wanted to 'do finger printing'.  I ran a lame interference and headed back to the parking lot, silently praying to the parenting gods that they do not descend a daughter upon me that was like myself.  The next day Dirty Daddy had his police check paperwork done and we waited to be called to pick them up.  

In a few weeks, there was a message on my answering machine stating that my check was ready for pick up.  Yup, squeaky clean.  Rather than rushing down to pick it up, I awaited a similar message regarding Dirty Daddy's police check.  And waited.  And waited.  Two weeks after mine was ready, Dirty Daddy received a call.  They would need to finger print him to complete the check.  What?!  

My husband, this man I've known for the past nine years, required printing!  Yes, he is married to Dirty Mommy, but that's about as bad as this guy has gotten.  But as Patsy Cline would say, stand by your man.  

The finger printing officer was kind enough to explain the need for the printing.  Turns out that back in the day, criminals who committed crimes against minors could change their names upon release (nice, huh?).  So any name in the system that raises suspicion requires finger printing.  Having the name Dirty Daddy is suspicious enough, and what the officer went on to explain was that a red flag on a name may only be that a criminal's name rhymes with your own.  So if you come across any Girty Maddy's out there, beware.

Dirty Daddy got inked and came back clean.  Or dirty.  Whatever.  

Cheers Dirties.