Foster/Adoption and everything in between
...I can feel my body shake, there's only so much I can takeI'll show you how a real queen behaves, ohNo damsel in distress, don't need to save meOnce I start breathin' fire, you can't tame meAnd you might think I'm weak without a swordBut if I had one, it'd be bigger than yours...Ava Max... Continue Reading →
I am at work Thursday morning when my cell phone rings and it is protective services. "Do you know what happened last night with your daughter and her family?" My heart sunk and I wanted to throw up. I had picked Baby K up at 10:10pm after the Mannheim Steamroller concert the previous evening and... Continue Reading →
I am just venting here and know that really nothing can be said to change much that is going on but maybe if I just say it I can get some peace so I can refocus and move on. Last week M2 was suspended from school for crazy unsafe behavior. She earned it, she deserved... Continue Reading →
I decided tonight the problem I have is that I am angry. I can blame the kids for the anger but the truth is that it lies in myself. I am really angry with me and don't need to blame the kids. I am angry at myself for not doing a better job with M1.... Continue Reading →
Can I please move back in? ? You don't want to live with me. I can't agree to your conditions Why? All I asked was for me to go out without asking for permission No you didn't you asked for help buying a car, get a permit without keeping good grades, and do whatever you... Continue Reading →
I met M1 today with N and M2 to get her a non-driver ID and to give her some clothes. Yeah remember the nastiness on Tuesday, well here I am being kind again even though it doesn't help me at all. I asked them to be there at 3:30 so we could beat the after... Continue Reading →
This week has been hades on wheels, let me explain how the whole thing unfolded. Tuesday I am making dinner and M1 comes up the stairs, thrusts a cell phone in my face and tells me "You are wrong I can move out at 17 and here is the proof. I am moving in with... Continue Reading →
I think I may have mentioned before the M1 is diagnosed with Reactive Attachment Disorder. While the struggle is very real and very hard I often lie to myself about how bad it really is living with it day in and out. Let me clarify On Monday I ask her where her homework is. She... Continue Reading →
I admit I have my own issues, sometimes those issues can interfere with my ability to parent. Fortunately I do reach out for help. Like I said in the previous post, the slope was getting slippery. Mothers Day is finally over and I am so glad. We had a talent show at church and M1... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I just get so tired that even sleep won't help. Right now I just want to yell and scream. I want to be aggressive to my oldest but instead I sit here and warn her to not speak another word to me today. What happened you ask.....well she again stole from me. Yesterday M2... Continue Reading →
Adoptive NY Momma 