…(when the biological family is pretty great) include natural respite and help with appointments. Robin’s aunt (previous foster mom) called yesterday and asked to take him for two overnights. She also made an appointment for haircuts. I dropped him off yesterday, went for a walk with the two of them and their dogs, and then left. Today I slept in.
We had a full day training yesterday. My husband and I plus 3 social workers and the two therapists that came in to present. Good information. Good discussions. Good feelings. So many I-statements.
I heard you say…
I like how you said….
I have experienced….
Last night my husband facilitated the process of having Robin pick his food and pack his lunch for YMCA camp today. Robin was so proud that he wanted me to look at it this morning. He packed grapes, chunks of melon, almonds, and egg salad (to eat with a fork). I’m kinda proud.
Robin and friends were playing in the yard when one of the girls came in to tell me that a ball was thrown onto the roof and it rolled into the neighbor’s yard. The neighbor is nice and the yard is fenced in, so I told them to knock on the door and ask for it. Basically, it was a scene from The Sandlot. They kept walking up to the door and then one would run away and the rest would follow because they got scared. They were begging me to go with them, but I chose to show my support from the sidewalk (partly because I was sure there was a lesson to be learned about taking responsibility for your own actions and partly because it was hilarious).
…So says the subject line of an e-mail from my husband. He went on to highlight this morning’s saga of trying to get Robin signed up for spring break camp at the YMCA. As it stands, he will be going to three different locations for 1-2 days each because that’s where the openings are. It was complicated by employees having people registered on paper but not on the computer, being unsure of cancellations, and having to drive across town to talk to people. That’s not including the chaos about whether or not the state will pay for the care and how long it will take to get that set up. If my husband didn’t have flexible hours and work from home, this would have never been figured out