Took kids to the bus stop, they all spent the entire day in school. I went into Bloomington to work, worked a full day, actually a little over, lots of meetings and a long afternoon going over a project. Lesa worked from home. The loggers came back. Louise the puppy peed and pooped in the house and tried to chew everything up like puppies do. Lesa picked up the kids, made the boys play outside until supper. Bruce had homework and reading and was giving Lesa a hard time about doing it so I had to step in. After supper Lesa chased the boys back outside until dark. Started showers early because all the boys were filthy. Let the kids watch some TV before sending them off to bed. Lesa is frazzled. To be honest, I’m a little bit too. I think getting the dog might have been a mistake, and I questioned out loud whether fostering and adopting the kids wasn’t an even bigger mistake. I keep telling myself raising four kids is just hard no matter who you are, and raising someone else’s kids is even harder, and raising someone else’s kids at our age is damn near impossible so I should be glad I’m able. But … I’m tired and I know Lesa is too. These kids will never understand the full extent of what we’ve been through or what we’ve done for them – they’ll be grandparents before they realize if then. They probably won’t even care or think about it. I know their biological family doesn’t even have a hint of a clue, we’re villains in their eyes and DCS is evil. No one cares about the kids though, whether they’re neglected, hungry, abused, mistreated, whatever the circumstance might be. Daniel tries to intimidate and insinuate he’s coming for them. Their maternal grandparent’s called us names and cursed and spat at us in court. It’s been selfless and thankless that’s for sure. Okay, I’m done feeling sorry for myself. What matters is the kids are in a better place, they’re loved and always will be – and more importantly they know they’re loved.
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