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…
learning experience.
Every single day around here is a learning experience. For example, last night I was greeted at my bedroom door by two of my little lovelies, looking fairly pitiful. Mr. Gatsby was standing about three yards behind them, wearing his…
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…
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…
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,…
