So July, how did we get here already? I think I’ve stumbled through June in a haze of sleep deprived semi consciousness. Why ? Because my lovely cat decided to give birth to three kittens under my foster son’s bed. During a visit from his case social worker no less.
I didn’t think leaving the new family under the poor boy’s bed would quite comply with hygiene recommendations so under my bed they went. Mummy cat was not quite ready to give up her life of partying so we had to shut all the windows (in this heat !) and try and keep her from escaping.
The second mother and baby? Ah yes, I bought a fish to help my foster son relax. Said fish gave birth to millions of baby fish which were being unceremoniously eaten by the bigger fish. So a fish pen was brought in , but not one survived. Luckily my foster son was more interested in his Lego.
Tell me more about the renovations I hear you shriek! No doubt you’re actually bored stiff by my efforts to land a slot in ideal home magazine but I will graciously tell you that this month the plumber (aka my ex husband) has been replacing three bathrooms and I have been building a playhouse in the back garden (with a little help from yet another builder)
Non stop madness that’s done little to lift my heart as we come into the last few weeks of my eldest foster son’s stay. Why do we foster if we find it so hard to let go? Because you can’t foster properly without giving a little bit of your heart to each child who comes through your door.
By the way we passed our panel review. Building regs were acquired on time yay. I think half the panel wanted to question my insanity but politely refrained from this.
