Foster care, adoption, and mothering. Satire included.
BULLETS. Random information.
Both Husband and I got our TB tests today, we get them ‘read’ on Friday.
Our physicals are scheduled for Monday.
We have officially put in our profile that we are accepting children from ages 0-10.
If I have to hear a song from Frozen one more time I will stab my eardrums with a Q-Tip.
It is monsoon season and I do not like it. I don’t like storms.
I have yet to complete the carpool list for cheer, I suck at being a mom today.
My boy child missed karate yesterday, I sucked at being a mom yesterday too.
I still do not have an official copy of Lemon’s birth certificate, those clowns in Kingman can blow me.
I did, FINALLY, paint my fingernails last night. My toes need help, please send a pedicurist ASAP.
Biscuit is being a pain in my butt, being in the 6th grade is tough…apparently. You’re 10 kid, it gets worse.
Bunny had an epic meltdown last night because I refused to help her type in her password on the PC as she was being rude to me. I sent her to her room and she proceeded to scream and yell and have this nuclear meltdown. It took everything inside of me (seriously, I was counting to ten, praying, reasoning, etc) not to got go into her room and swat the hell out of her with a flip flop or whatever was close. Luckily; we both survived the incident.
I am anxiously awaiting to hear from our caseworker to see whats next.