Good: I went on Taylor's field trip to the Laura Ingalls Wilder Homestead in DeSmet
Bad: Zeke stole a necklace from the gift shop there.
Good: I realized he was hiding something and discovered the theft before he left the building.
Bad: None of the resource room staff were paying any attention to him. They were too busy shopping and chatting with each other.
Good: Zeke's regular classroom teacher took care of it very appropriately once I informed her what had happened.
Bad: While driving home, I received our first phone call from a police detective concerning one of our children. I say first because I'm not naive enough to think that our children from various backgrounds will lead law-abiding lives just because we love them and teach them the "right way". I have lots of friends who have struggled/are continuing to struggle through issues with kids who have traumatic backgrounds. It just gets very tiring because I think that an issue is dealt with because it hasn't surfaced for a long time. Then, BAM, it comes around again. Or sometimes the issue is tiring just because we continue to face it every day.
Good: My music wasn't working in the van on the way home so I had a lot of time to
Bad: I hesitate to write to specifically about the issue only because the internet is so public and I have to be careful what information is floating out there. It has to do with Riley but thankfully, it doesn't have anything to do with sexual behaviors. And of course, our annual home visit to renew our adoptive license is tomorrow.
Good: My friend Val is coming over before the home visit so I can vent to her for a while.
Bad: I have no food left in the house.
Good: Now that it's a bit more spring-ish, we have lots of kids at our house after school. I had our kids, minus Brittney who was at track until 6pm, plus 5 extra kids. We made rice krispy bars for an after school snack and then they all ended up staying for supper. So I made a big pot of spagetti, fed them all and took them to church.
Bad: There were so many kids and they were so hungry that they ate all the spagetti. I had to make Steve a peanut butter and jelly sandwich when he got home.
Good: Steve was asked to speak at the Concert of Prayer at the church tonight. Good job Steve! His mom took him out for supper after the service.
Even better: I think they'll bring me back something, too. I didn't get any spagetti either :)
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and you survived another day!! Love you!!
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