I came down with food poisoning or a GI bug the other night. Throwing up, diarrhea, abdominal pain that made me SCREAM. People, I did not even scream when I was in labor before the epidural. (I may have been numb with shock and grief, though, so it’s not a truly fair comparison).
I, along with so many others, continue to be very disappointed in how it’s going with Rebecca at Fosterhood and her new daughter, who is still not home yet. This was such a major system fail.
Today I’m feeling a bit better, and do you know what I woke up thinking? I’d better get my house cleaner, what if I got a foster kid today?!