I was pulled away!

Life has been busy, really busy. I’ve been enjoying freedom, we aren’t required to stay home as much anymore. Yay! We’ve done quite a bit of traveling and have been on many outings. It’s nice, really nice. Don’t ever take the little things for granted in your life.

We’ve gotten a new placement, Blink. Blink is on the spectrum to some degree, I’m not quite sure where but she’s very high functioning and compliant. She’s a teenager and she’s doing well. I’m waist high in IEP paperwork, meetings, therapies, services, etc in regards to Blink. Having a special needs child is a lot of work, hats off to parents who have special needs children in their home. I salute you!

I won the weight loss challenge between husband and I. I’m pretty excited about the win. We started another challenge to race to the finish, to get to our goal weights. Intermittent fasting has worked very well for me and calorie cutting had worked well for Husband. I can’t give up donuts, I’ll take the massive calorie intake. Food restrictions don’t work well for me, I’ll end up binge eating.

Everyone is doing well at home, school gets out soon, and I’m ready for summer! I’ve got to get all the kids summer clothes/swimwear and I think I’ll treat myself to a new bikini too. But first… Florida. We are headed to The Summit at the ESPN Center in Orlando. Viva Disney World! The girls wrapped up their cheer season in Anaheim last weekend, the younger girls are relieved. They need a break. The older girls will finish off the season in Florida.

I’m still kicking ass while learning Indonesian, I’m a bit behind as things have been incredibly busy but I’m still pushing. I’m proud of the kids too, I’ve taught them phrases in Indonesian and they use them often.

We are currently dealing with some health issues regarding Biscuit, she has some important bloodwork in late May. Keep your fingers crossed for good results, it’s been tough to combat all the recent changes and obstacles. We have an appointment coming up later this month to discuss progress and new symptoms.

We visited family in Anaheim, a couple of the kids went to Knott’s Berry Farm, we were in Newport Beach, we went to the Gorgas wedding in San Diego, went to a few winery’s in Temecula, and did some off-roading in town.

A light, a shimmer, a spark

It’s been dark for 7 months, my family and I have made the ultimate sacrifice for a child in need. We have become prisoners in our home unable to leave the confines of our home due to Loud’s behaviors. When are able to get out of the house myself or Husband had to stay home to look after Loud. The only time I was away from him was during cheer competitions while he was in respite, it wasn’t REALLY respite it was purely out of necessity; my kids were committed to a sport and I had to meet the expectations so my girls could compete. My heart bleeds for this kid, he wants to behave better but he hasn’t got the skills to do so.

I’ve spent countless hours attempting to get Loud services and a solid mental health treatment. I’ve called, written emails, left voicemails, sought out peers who deal with difficult children and children with special needs, I’ve spent time communicating with his teacher and countless school officials, I’ve been at the police department seeking advice, I’ve attended trainings, I’ve asked everyone I know how they would approach Loud and his behaviors, I’ve read books, I’ve cried, and I’ve prayed. I have done everything in my power to help this little boy. It’s time. You have to know when to hold ’em and when to fold ’em.

It’s difficult to come to terms with yourself, it’s difficult to attempt to see yourself as anything other than a failure. It’s also difficult to feel a sense of relief at the mere thought of of him being moved or disrupting placement. This is new. I’ve been happy to see placements go home, I’ve been happy not only for their reunification but also their lack of presence in my home. But I’ve not felt THIS way before. As I reread this paragraph I see a lot of ‘difficult’ and lots of ‘I’ statements. It hurts. The last 7 months Loud has simply been referred to as my ‘difficult’ placement. It’s painful yet true.

Shockingly, Loud’s case team has decided to make some abrupt changes. I feel relieved. I feel pleased. I feel like this little dark cloud that’s followed me is starting to clear up and I feel hope again. In fact, I feel excited and levels of happy that ceased to exist for several months. I don’t feel an ounce of sadness nor do I feel guilty. I am simply relieved of copious amounts of stress and feel like my family will be allowed to live again… no more walking on eggshells and no more mom guilt for telling the kids we can’t go somewhere or do something. No more excuses that just don’t make sense.

It’s time to say goodbye. It’s time for a recharge.

We have spent the last week treating Loud to simple pleasures. Blue has made cupcakes in his favorite colors, I’ve let him choose dinner nightly, spent extra time with him, let him stay up passed bedtime, etc. I hope he remember the good times and I hope he knows we care about him. Wherever he goes, I hope he gets the therapuetic help he needs.

In other news, I’ve recently changed the age range of our foster license. I’m now in the 12-18 age range and females only. I’ve learned a lot about my family’s dynamic and where our niche lies in the many years of providing foster care for our community. We are successful with girls and we are not successful with boys… especially younger boys.

I’m currently attempting to learn Indonesian, if any of my readers have a friend or family member who is a fluent speaker or perhaps you know a resident of Indonesia please introduce us. Terima kasih!

Now, pictures from our recent cheer competition.

The Boychild spent the weekend with his best friend, it was much needed. His best friend has been dealt a crappy hand regarding life. His father died unexpectedly 2 years ago and he has been living with his step mother during his custody case, last week his bio mother took her own life. This kid is 11 years old, it’s heartbreaking. We are all anxiously awaiting closure.

Fin!