One Of The Joys Of Being A Foster Parent

…is the chance of “company” stopping by any day. The typical pattern has been for a social worker, certifier, or legal assistant to make an appointment for next week. On the day of the appointment, I get a call asking if we can change the appointment time from 1:30 to 5:00pm. This has happened three times now.

This last time was no different, except at 5:00 NO ONE SHOWED UP!!! Or even called.

Of course, the next day, just as I lay down for a nap, the phone rings and the appointment must be squeezed in today. Just to make sure I’m not wasting my time, waiting all day, I asked her to come over as soon as possible and get it over with.

Now the good part…She wanted to see the rest of my bedrooms, not just the living
room. Yeah, that’s right, clothes all over the place, bed unmade, drawers hanging out. The real, I’m-barely-having-time-to-get-myself-dressed look.

And while I’m quickly trying to re-close the bedroom door, I smash two small fingers of my two year old. While I’m attending to the two small fingers, Michael pulls down one of the oak dining room chairs, practically on top of himself. Now imagine all of this with very loud crying.

House messy
Kids being harmed
Unsafe environment, with dangerous chairs.

I begged her to please make a note of all this! I am probably totally unfit as a parent.

Unfortunately she tried to reassure me that she’s seen a lot of homes and we “are doing really good here.” So, I guess it wasn’t the guilt-free out I was hoping for.

DEEP…

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BREATH.

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