Last night I dreamt that I got a baby and was using a Tupperware container as a car seat (it looked pretty handy if I recall). Someone called ACS on me so I borrowed a real car seat from Jacket’s mom.
I still don’t understand why Jacket’s mom never got a Social Worker.
The whole video shows Jacket zooming down the rock like a slide all the while saying “I’m gonna go fast and fast and fast”. At this moment I got a little teary as I recognized that she is still the fearless, spunky little girl I had who went running off the dock and into the lake a few summers back. I was so worried that when she went back to her mom she would become withdrawn...
Quick! What every foster agency visitation room... →
;) I’ve tried to figure out an excuse to get them myself or even take them to Jacket’s home, but I’m drawing a blank. Updated thought: If I had a car, I’d love to pick ‘em up and dump them in the project’s, concrete playground across the street. The kids would go bonkers and surely they’d disappear over time.
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Jacket’s mom just asked me to take the cousins’ 1 year-old brother in addition to the girls Friday night. I guess if she only has the little boy while I have all of the girls it becomes clearer to her that she’s straight up babysitting rather than simply having the cousins “coming over to play”. I said no of course. Or, rather I texted “I need more practice...
thanks for all of the “Halloween text” response ideas. I was actually hoping for something more along the lines of “You chose to parent so use your own damn money to get your kid’s costume- Jacket’s screwed if you can’t even get that figured out in 8 months.” But of course you all are much more kind-hearted than I am. I used a combo of your responses...
"Rebecca, set the buzzer again please"
I’ve been writing blog posts in my head all day but have been too exhausted to even type. Friday night with Jacket and her cousins was a dream and then we all started to fall apart on Saturday. It’s all good though. I’ll explain in pieces over the week. The three girls fought like cats, dogs and a rabid raccoon. I was able to manage 80% of the competition but the last 20%...
the holding pattern: Fostering as a single parent →
theholdingpattern: As the kids and I approach a year and a half together, people often say to me “I don’t know how you do it as a single parent.” At times, I’ve envied my partnered friends who have an extra pair of hands in the house. I still maintain that a wife or a nanny would be a huge help. But the truth is…
Happy Mother's Day
Not sure what could cause me to appreciate mothers more than being one deep breath away from grabbing a hold of a child’s hair yesterday and shouting: “Look at me when I’m talking to you, you little asshole. I don’t. fucking. care. if you want to sit in the yellow seat, you cannot run around the damn subway. By the way, everybody HATES you because your whining grates...
Glow stick bath time was a huge hit. The bubbles and loud cackling are all Jacket.
Come on granny, you can do it.
It looks like a scene from Little House on the Prairie in my bed.