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why I foster

  Why. It’s a good question. Even without a question mark. I’m introspective so I ask it a lot. I’m extroverted so then I answer. (That’s right, I can’t stop talking even when I’m the only one listening.) Right now, I’m asking it. Why do I. And here’s what I am answering to myself. Because. … Continue reading

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DIY … part deux

It’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for, the big reveal of my nesting on steroids, crafty, do-it-yourself dining room table project (and part 2 of this post).  I know.  You thought I’d be too distracted by the very baby I’ve been nesting for to get around to finishing.  And you were right.  But five … Continue reading

standing in the circle

All better today from the angsty, angry post of two days past. These people are the reason why. They are teenagers in foster care at reality town with me.  I am the city manager, the military recruiter, the car dealer, the banker, and the home improver – depending on when you drop in.  They are … Continue reading

the right way

I have two dishwashers.  No.  I’m not telling you that weird joke = two dishwashers because I have two kids – hahaha.  I have two actual dish washing machines.  What?  You think that’s odd?  I think what is odd is that you don’t.  How could it not have occurred to you?  Every girl needs two … Continue reading

raging

I got it yesterday.  The big “I HATE YOU!” with a nice addition of “You’re and IDIOT! and The. Worst. Mom. Ever.” No.  Not for the first time. It came because I suggested my son go to his karate class.  I thought I almost had the fury under control when I surprised him by agreeing … Continue reading

unabashed

I am itch, itch, itching to post the funniest picture ever here today.  But on the advice of my wise sister who never says anything awkward or un-take-backable online, I have decided not to.  But you’re missing out.  If you know me personally, text me as soon as you read this and I’ll text you … Continue reading

look what pinterest made me do

Foster care makes me wishy-washy – wanting to do something but afraid to do it at the same time. Right now, I am prematurely decorating a little girl’s room in my house.  I know I should wait until we know for sure a little girl is coming.  But we won’t know for sure until she … Continue reading

foster coaster

You read this so I’m taking you on this ride with me.  Today a phone call, not as positive as the one two weeks ago where there was light at the end of the tunnel, a promise that little sister was coming.  Today, the phone call was backtracking, not indicating a different outcome but indicating … Continue reading

hold me back!

Yesterday, for work, I gave a presentation to a local group of Child and Family Service professionals and our “resource family consultant” was there.  She is the woman who works with licensed foster families in our area to match children with families.  Due to some odd circumstances, it was the first time we met. I … Continue reading

nesting

Approximately 3 seconds after I posted my last post about how I don’t like surprises but still fill my life with “surprise” phone calls, I got one of those calls. And I am (cautiously) thrilled!  Turns out, the biological sibling of our youngest almost son is on her way here this August (if not sooner). … Continue reading