No news from Social Services. We've heard nothing. You all will be the first to know if we hear anything :)
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We're still in the middle of really yucky behaviors with our kids. Zeke, who loves school, refused to get on the bus this morning. He clung to me. I had to walk up the bus steps with him, pry his arms from around me and pass him off to his bus driver Maggie, who he always loves.
Her words were, "He's reverted back to a few years ago!" Yep. That's exactly what's happening. Everything we've worked so hard for - to provide security and love for these kids - has been pulled out from under them. At least that's what it feels like to them. And to me too. I've lost all faith in the system.

Fortunately, I haven't lost faith in God. And God has provided our awesome lawyer Jared!

God has also provide a wonderful support system. The kids loved that my sister brought over pizza for supper. My folks spent most of Tuesday here with us, brought lunch, helped with kids here and then took three of the kids (Riley, Tay & Zeke) home with them Tuesday night and all day Wednesday to give Steve & I some time off. I needed it because I literally have nothing left to give. There was no way I could effectively parent normal behaviors after that day, much less the extreme behaviors that we are currently seeing.

We also continue to receive verbal support from friends and others in the community. As much as it hurts to have everyone at social services turn their backs on us (with one notable exception, you know who you are :), it's been so encouraging to have the kind words of support from those that know us. It's what's keeping us afloat right now.

Anthony is now fully aware of the control he has in this situation. He was running away from my parents at bedtime while the social worker was here and he's been doing his little head cock so show that he thinks he can do what ever he wants. Petty much everything in his room is destroyed, torn apart or broken. He just keeps yelling at everyone that everyone hates him. The worst part is, I refuse to touch him or let anyone else touch him. Which goes against everything I know he needs psychologically. But right now we can't afford to have him make even the slightest additional allegation. So the child who needs touch the most is the one we aren't touching at all. How sad is that?