The foster kids went to respite while we were camping. It was such an amazing break I can’t even describe it, but it did leave me wondering why in the hell we are foster parents. Then we return home to a message that the Evil Caseworker. Ugh. Do you remember back when
I think I am going to stop blogging about foster care, because I never have anything nice to say. It is a good outlet, but I don’t think anyone wants to hear it. I know that I have sure had enough.