So here we are well into our foster care experience. The girls are thriving emotionally. They are having weekly visits with their mom which seem to be going well (other than the orange cheese curls somebody is feeding the baby!). After their visit last week, we got a call that the older girl had lice. Great. Then Friday the baby gets sick and ends up in the ER. Pneumonia. This morning-the day before Thanksgiving-my son vomits in his room at 4 a.m. Super. Add in about 30 phone calls to and from caseworkers, 2 prescriptions, 2 dentist appointments, 2 doctors appointments, a phone call to the doctor, a birthday party with 12 kids, a splinter the size of a toothpick, washing bedding 6 times, getting the kids to church early to sing, a meeting with our pastor, baking for Thanksgiving, grocery shopping and my husband at work during most of this and you have my week in a nutshell. I need a good long cry, but I just don't have time for it. On a good note, I just finished a really good book on my nook (read mostly while I'm in the bathroom). It was "The Widow of Larkspur Inn" by Lawana Blackwell. Excellent book. I'm going to need to check with my church to see if they have any more of the series since I got this one for free. Praying no one else gets sick tonight so we can go to dinner at my husband's grandmother's house. Even though we have to take the 'long way around' and give my daughter motions sick medication, the food is worth it. Grandma puts on a great spread. Then Friday, we are supposed to have 36 people here. REALLY hoping no one else gets sick because telling that many people they have to find a new house to eat last minute is not going to be fun. Happy Turkey Day!