I was sitting on my kitchen floor last night. Completely overwhelmed and petting my dog. We had a few foster kids for an overnight, respite care it's called. There was six kids total (our three and three bonus kids). They basically ran in a circle and yelled for two and half hours, taking breaks to inhale lasagna and milk. I cannot tell how loud that was.
It's nice getting to know new kids in this foster life. It was nice meeting their mom. The kids live with their mom which means she worked really hard to get them back from foster care. She was sooooOOOOO nice when she dropped them off. I cannot tell you how wonderful that was.
The mom was all, "sorry they're not taking their boots off" and "sorry they're picking their noses". Meanwhile, I was slack jawed and so pleased with her friendliness. She gave me 15 min of information on each kid. All worried mom who is concerned about her kids. And saying thank you, thank you, thank you for helping me out. I can't say enough about that. It was like salve.
Each kid was different. Different ways of thinking and talking. They were sweet and no matter how many kids we take care of, they make my heart blossom. Each in their own way. I can see they've been through a lot and were super anxious at times. And there were a lot of them. Even though I was overwhelmed, I was really at peace.
Not much happened. We fed, showered and movied them. Tucked them in and woke them up for school. Brushed their hair and got them where they needed to go. Mom will pick them up from school and we won't see them again. At least, there are no plans to. Mr. Hall was overwhelmed. He had a crooked smile on his face too.
The kids took a liking to us. They said, "Can we see you again?"
"Maybe" I said.
good times in the foster life