Where.

"Nya-my newest foster daughter"

Where...oh where to start.

This could be long...so very very long. I really don't know how to put into words everything that went on today.

This morning was to be the start of my two new little peoples' 3 day visit with there mom...BUT there was a Dr. appt that needed to happen this morning too and mom has "no transportation" so the agency asked me to take my new little guy to it. I opted to take mom with me...because I am a glutton for punishment.

So, I will skip over the details about how mixed up everything was and I will start with pulling up to mom's house. Mom was sitting on her front porch steps waiting for me. Considering she had no idea when I was to come I found this funny. The kids were excited to see her and she was excited to see them. The first words out of her mouth were "Thank you so much for taking my kids!" and "Oh good! You brushed her hair! The last foster mom brought her back with her hair in huge knots!" Her assumption was that I was picking her up and taking her and her son to his Dr's appt (which was my plan, but I didn't know if anyone had told her that).

So, we left her daughter with her "finance" (I was not thrilled about that) and off we all went (with Lizzy) to the appt. Mom was friendly, loud and boisterous, but I will take that any day over cold and annoyed at me. Once we got the the Drs office she seemed to make a scene immediately even though I know she had no intention of it. At one point she called her son "little colored boy" (he is the same color she is) - to which an older african american lady made a very discussed face. It was pretty embarrassing being with her as she entertained her son by pretending to cut his head off and stuff even though he laughed the whole waiting room was not impressed with her parenting skills. Eventually she talked loud enough about all her business that everyone was aware that I was the foster mom, which at that point I kinda wanted everyone to know. :)

So, everything went ok. She shared some of her parenting secrets with me, such as, "I let them stay up until midnight or 1 am so that they are really tired so they sleep until noon so that when they get up I am ready for them"...you know, little gems like that.

To her credit she was nice to me, she seemed thankful and seems to understand her son's medical needs. I will tell you more about the rest of the craziness later.