I didn't mean to not blog for that long, but life is busy and I guess it got the best of me.
This week is Spring Break for my son and that adds a new level of busy-ness to my life and our schedule gets all out of whack and there goes my normal blogging time.
THE GIRLS ARE STILL HERE AND I STILL HAVEN'T HEARD ANYTHING. Isn't that crazy? What happened to "seven days"?!?!?
Oh well, I am just happy they are still here and that has to be good enough for now. If they leave they leave, if they stay they stay...do I sound like a foster parent yet?
In other news, on a very overwhelming day, I bought 3 plane tickets to go on vacation out of state. Yes, a vacation without the foster kiddos. We need some time to recover from the past 2 years and we just haven't had the time. I keep saying yes to almost every phone call I get and while I LOVE my kids...I am ready to not change 15 diapers a day, not be woken up in the middle of the night because of a crying child, NOT GO TO VISITS for a week, I am ready to RELAX. I want to spend time with my son and husband being...me. Not the daycare director that I have had to become because of how young all my little girls are.
Now, because of all of Lizzy's visits and my lack of people who can accommodate the needs of the girls and the foster care world I will be putting all 3 of the girls in respite care and I am ok/slightly freaking out about it. We leave in 3 weeks.
I am hoping the little girls can stay with their brothers at their foster home, but I am not sure that will work out. And poor Lizzy, she is going to be stuck with some random stranger who is willing to put up with her visitation schedule.
So, here I was trying to avoid things like this with Lizzy and I ensured that I will have to hand her over to a stranger anyway. I am SOOOO excited to leave, but I feel so guilty leaving my girls, all 3 of them.
Then I had an even worse thought, what if they move the 2 little girls out of my state to a new foster home while we are gone? That thought of course made me sick. BUT if it was to happen maybe that would be easier than if I had to do it.
Anyway, this is what it is like to take a vacation while fostering. Makes you excited doesn't it?
(I would just like to add that IF we had had parental consent to take them all with us they could have gone so not every vacation has to be like this, but you also run the risk of the parents changing their mind after you have already spent money on place tickets and such)