• Everyday,  Holidays,  Introductions,  School,  Trauma Parenting

    signature scent.

    Perfume…I don’t know if this is a problem in the homes of every other parent I know, or I’m just lucky. I’m voting lucky, because, well that seems to be typical around here. For those that missed it, I mean lucky in the most sarcastic way possible.  I don’t recall at 15, 16, 17, or even 18, requiring a full coat of an over powering mixture of the scents of vanilla and fake flowers, in order to leave the house. I would however assume that if that were the case, I’d actually be able to smell myself. Seems most of…

  • Everyday,  School,  Trauma Parenting

    welcome back

    I’m going to preface this with a notice to the Barbie Lawyer! This has not been proofread. I’m tired. I’m slightly aggravated. Don’t harass me. As a side note, I also miss you. Yesterday ended at 11:45pm with a screaming…

  • Everyday,  Trauma Parenting

    mystery.

    I spent a lot of time with my grandma as a kid. She thought I hung the moon, and she was all around pretty wonderful herself. We’d stay up late, telling jokes, making shadow puppets on the walls, eating endless…

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    even on your very best day.

    My dearest teenager, There is something you should know about me, and I’m going to give you the benefit of hearing this now, before you do something dumb. Even on your very best day, when you think you’re super sneaky…

  • Everyday,  Trauma Parenting

    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…

  • Everyday,  Trauma Parenting

    14 days

    As per usual, it is never a dull moment in this house. We have had issues at school, which led to in school suspensions, (which might have been the only form of discipline that actually made a point with this…

  • Everyday,  Trauma Parenting,  Travel

    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,…