Baby D’s still here. I talked and called and emailed trying to see if his family would at least be approved to provide respite while we are gone. We leave Sunday. Still no word.
I hate that everyday this child is in our home, he is not with the loving family who wants to adopt him. AND no one’s given me a really amazing reason for him to not be there. We’re waiting on a letter from a doctor somewhere. That’s it. So why isn’t someone calling that damn doctor everyday until that letter gets sent??!! Unless of course that’s not the whole truth. Which at this point I’m beginning to wonder. So… I’m really carrying some mama guilt over leaving our little guy in respite with strangers instead of family. But I really feel Simeon needs this. And I want him all to myself for a bit. Isn’t that selfish of me? See? Mama guilt.
In other news, Simeon’s been doing pretty well. I still like our therapist. We still have crazy behaviors. We still see things that make us uncomfortable, but it’s not been awful. In fact he’s been very affectionate lately and that does my hungry heart good. I love to hug that boy!
Also, I’ve started back to work. So far it’s been pointless meetings (apparently public Adult ed is full of the same foolishness as public child ed). I’m looking forward to seeing my students again and am bummed I won’t be there to meet them on their first day of the new quarter, but not bummed enough because we’re going to be feet on the beach! Woot!
T minus 3 days!