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…
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…
it’s been awhile.
So much has gone on in the last few months that I don’t even know where to start. I’ve always said that I don’t do well with change. I’m thinking I’ve either grown out of it or just found a…
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…
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…
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,…
storm warning.
Earlier this month, Princess had her first recital. I had been asking for a date for months. She didn’t tell me about it until right after it was over. Why? Because she wasn’t sure it was going to go well.…
homebound.
****delayed post**** Hubby and I should pull into our driveway around midnight, if we get lucky. It was 10pm, but with each stop for fuel, it gets bumped out a little more. I have to be careful not to ask…
