I'm Crabby.

I now realize why there are not many "GOOD" FOSTER HOMES.

YOU GET TREATED LIKE DOG POOP.

Yes that is why.

I didn't come into fostering blindly. I mean I knew fostering to adopt would surely bring some ups and downs. I could handle it if I didn't get treated like total CRAP all the time.

Today I had someone talk to me like I was a dog. This is nothing new though. You would think I would have gotten used to it by now?

This person actually works around foster children.

SCARY!

If I didn't love little J with all my heart and DESPERATELY want to adopt him, I would have told her where to go and how to get there. What's worse is that the reason she was talking to me the way she was is because NO ONE INFORMED ME OF certain policies.

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THESE THINGS IF NO ONE EVER TELLS ME?

ON TOP OF ALL THE OTHER THINGS I AM EXPECTED TO DO AS A FOSTER MOM I GUESS I AM NOW SUPPOSED TO BE PSYCHIC AND READ EVERYONE'S MIND.

This is the SECOND encounter I have had with this person....the first was almost as bad.

I will be avoiding said person at all costs from here on out.

Then I was "scolded" in the car line when I was picking Makily up. Let's all face it, CAR LINE SUCKS and it's always a HUGE menagerie. Basically I was yelled at because someone else IN FRONT OF ME didn't move all the way up.

HOW THE HECK IS THAT MY FAULT!?


I snapped back at the guy and then he said something TOTALLY un-politically correct. I just gave a dirty look and got back in the van.

What else has me in such a mood?

POOP.

I am up to my eyeballs in POOP.

Makily and Little J both caught this weird virus. Diarrhea, fever, runny nose. The diarrhea is like nothing I have ever seen. They are like two little poop factories. I would be friggin RICH if I could sell the stuff.

Luckily Makily handled the virus well. She scared the bejesus out of us on Sunday. The diarrhea started and she wasn't acting like herself. I laid on the couch napping with her for an hour and then she started "tremoring" all over out of no where.

I thought I was going crazy until I asked Allen if he saw it to and then I saw the panic in his eyes. She didn't feel warm but I checked her anyway and she was 102.1. We gave her Tylenol and a fluid bolus (which she retched on) and she was fine within about 45 minutes. Still scared me to death though.

J developed some extra complications from this "bug" and so he is on antibiotics. That should do wonders for the diarrhea right?

I have said it once and I will say it again.

I SOOOO feel for our garbage man.



We have to be the stinkiest house on the block. I imagine the garbage man approaching our trash with a look of fear and disgust...and wearing one of those bio-hazard suits. Our neighbor directly across the street literally puts out the TINIEST bag of trash every Tues/Fri. SERIOUSLY it's like a plastic walmart bag. I kid you not. It's embarrassing when I am dragging THREE big cans of baby turds down my driveway then I look across the street and see walmart bag man's trash.

I will have to get a picture of that.....

Please pray for less turds in our house.