Foster Fluster

Today has been one of those days.

I would love to sit here and type it out in a way that is funny or insightful, but there just isn't one. Some days in foster care land stupidity reigns and today was one of those days.

It is difficult for me to be graceful to people who can't understand the plan after a month of making the plan and going over the plan. It is hard for me to understand how it can take hours to realize something isn't going according to the plan and then harder still for me to believe that it takes several more hours to find a phone number. Really now.

I know, I know, I'm just the foster mom. What could I possibly know about this?

I do know, that when I thought it counted, I was able to get a live social worker on the phone in less than 10 minutes. I know that I've been able to get medications changed and get live doctors on the phone when necessary.

I am simply frustrated that after a month of planing for a single appointment, it could be such a disaster. I'm also really disappointed that it impacted the rest of my family the way it did. We shouldn't have had to run around like we did, or make as many phone calls as we did or cancel our appointments because this one got way out of hand.

Somewhere along the line, everyone is forgetting that this is about a child. A child and her well being.

They're also forgetting that there is a real, live family taking care of that child, and we have lives too. Taking care of our fosters is just a part of our life. It isn't the whole thing, nor is it an after thought. We bring these kids in and treat them as much like our own as possible.

And let me tell you, if she were my own, no day of hers would ever look like this one if I could help it.