Its been a weird stretch in our foster care scene. I’ve definitely been struggling with some of the principles and ethics, as well as just bumbling through change and struggle within our family.
Today was another weird one. For the bulk of the day, I was down to ONE kid. Just the one. Which is crazy, and in some ways, super quiet and lovely and relaxing.
And if everything about that scene was simple and smooth, maybe it would’ve been.
Rather, I bought myself a Starbucks coffee on my drive home, and drank it while the baby lunched. Then, baby napped, and I wrapped some Christmas presents. And then I sat, and crocheted a few rows on a project. It felt awkward and disjointed as opposed to peaceful and restful. Just 🤷🏼♀️ strange.
As school was letting out, I got to venture out and get things back to a little bit closer to normal. There were a few obstacles stacked on top of each other, but it all got done. Even the drives included important phone calls. Though my poor fingernails never stood a chance. What a weird day. An anxious day.
Ok. Onto the next. I believe writing this blog out is the last commitment of the day. I’m really looking forward to eating dessert in my bed and watching some Netflix with Brady.
Chemo starts again tomorrow 💪 Protect us, Lord.