the hairstylist.
In today’s episode of “shit I can’t make up” I give you an introduction to a kiddo that has actually been with me all school year. I’m calling her Gobo. The GenX crowd that grew up with Fraggle Rock all…
no judgement zone.
It should not be this hard for me to say this. It’s actually taken me three days of back and forth to work up the nerve to address it. I’m lucky enough to have services at CMH. Part of those…
my best interests.
The guilt trip meeting took place. I only cried for a minute out of the 45 minute meeting. In that moment I also realized there are no tissues left at work. (So far, it has been that kinda day.) Anyway,…
the guilt trip.
Anytime you have to have a placement moved, (which no one ever really wants to have to do), the state requires a “team decision meeting” to discuss the move. The entire point of this meeting is to discuss what can…
the captive.
It has become painfully obvious to me that the foster care journey I chose for myself, has made me a prisoner in my house. I’m 45 years old, I know, you’re shocked. (No one is more shocked than I am,…
trauma travelers.
After 20 hours driving to Florida, in a rental truck that smells like pot, that we ended up sleeping in because turns out no one booked us a hotel room, I thought I was tired. That was last week on…
girls just wanna have fun.
Mr. Gatsby is a few days in on his parenting adventures and role as leader of the household government. The first day with just three teenage female occupants left him “flabbergasted.” His words, not mine. Sassy Britches typically only makes…
clean eating.
I’ll be honest, I was thrilled to get to Monday. I realize most people find Mondays less than exciting, but here, Monday usually equals peace. I always welcome peace with open arms and a bag of sour patch kids to…
re-entry and recovery.
I am beyond grateful to have been chosen for a scholarship to attend this years, Kevin’s Song: Conference on Suicide. Having been directly touched by the suicide of someone close to me, I’m fairly passionate about mental health and suicide…
the night shift locusts.
Monday was the first day back at work for Hubby. He had been home since December 19th. Monday was also the first day I didn’t have to try to control myself while he opened the fridge and stood there, then…
