As it always happens, Asia takes care of our sorry selves and then gets sick a few days later. She’s the best- and I feel bad. Do they make hallmark cards for when you pass your stomach virus’ on to your babysitter?
(*yes, she has unlimited and highly encouraged paid sick, personal, vacation days)
I am so pathetic when I get sick like this. It’s the only time I second guess becoming a single parent- especially up here in NY and not back home with some family to help.
Thanks to Meret, Logan and of course Asia for keeping us afloat. The girls are fine, I’m pretty sure they think barfing is hilarious which makes keeping up with them, and keeping my own cookies down completely impossible alone.
Made it to work today. I’m thinking it’ll be pretty restful.
Does anyone ever make-up their own family theme song? I think we need one. It has to have a lot of clapping and stomping of our feet.
I pulled this term from Carrie’s last post on fosterwee. Others that resonated were
"why did you wait until 48 hours before the meeting" (although for my foster agency experience, it’s usually less than 24 hours)
"frantic, crazy, stupidness"
and one that I use a lot “I just can’t” and then “but of course, I will”.
I came home from vacation to a crazy foster care voicemail so I’m going to start bitching again. But before that, let me pause and say that the case worker Sandy’s had for the past year (her 3rd) is really awesome. I should say that more often. She’s a totally rational, normal and smart human being who does her job exceptionally.
She did send me some crazy text messages (Sandy’s coat smells like tar from a construction site) but I worked on seeing it from her perspective that she needs to show that she’s documenting and following up on all of mom’s concerns.
Also, I really like Clementine’s new case worker. She seems totally capable and rational.
Runfostermama got her homestudy done. She should be licensed any day now and allegedly Clementine’s siblings will be moved to her at the end of March. We’ll see!
By the way, that wasn’t any ominous reference to a recent fatality in care. Was just my random, pessimistic thought of the moment!
You couldn’t pay me a million dollars to be medical director of a foster agency. That sounds like scariest job in the world. We all know that kids die. It happens. So it’s just a matter of time before dread turns to feeling like shit.