Last week at this time, I was about five hours from sleep at 9:00 PM. I was hours into one of my two foster children, raging. It lasted from about 4:00 PM until sleep finally came to both kids around midnight.
It was one of the loneliest, most exhausting, and sad nights I can ever recall. Besides being sick and absolutely miserable for that reason, I was in a situation that I just wasn’t going to win. And after trying for hours and being on and off with the crisis line for my agency, we finally decided to let them exhaust themselves.
But what happened seven days ago, helped ensure that my foster daughter was moved to a home that is so much better suited to help her. It’s just me and my foster son now. He’s doing well. I’m still recovering from the sickness that has followed me for weeks but I’m getting there. I’m feeling a little PTSD-ish at moments – constantly gearing up for some big battle – as I did over and over and over again for several weeks. But then I tell foster son why I need him to…x, y, z & he’s like, “Oh. Okay.”
Anyway, this was just meant to be a catch-up post. I am thankful that things worked out. Though I hated that it took so long, I’m glad I can focus on helping FS6 and that she is getting the help she needs. And now hopefully I can get that Rheumatoid Arthritis back in line.