Day of Joy/Day of Sadness

The joy............

Required first day of school pictures. Yes, Reptar backpack.

My day started at 5 am when school transportation called me to tell me that they would be picking Larissa up at 6:15 am. By 5:10 am I realized that they said 6:15 am so I called them back and said I would take her. They could bring her home. She got home at 1pm.....her class ended at 10:45. Uh, that is not going to work either. Two hours on the bus for a 3 hour class. I am contemplating taking her out of this program and increasing her extracurricular activities and private speech. I am not making a decision right now.

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Everyone had a good day. Sarah's main complaint was her math teacher, she got homework on the first day of school. I got to help her do a word problem tonight, I don't like word problems. How fast is the elevator in the Washington Monument in miles per hour given the feet per second, yuck.

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She didn't have any issues today with kids. I am hoping that the bullying issues don't resurface.

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Anthony had a green day, which makes it a good day. He has grown some over the summer so I really hope that he can function better this year. Typically he has a first good week so I am enjoying it.

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I think that it is going to be a good year for these three.

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I start classes in Thursday and haven't even bought my books yet. Have I ever mentioned that I have to fight my procrastination issues? However, I do look forward to attending classes and seeing adults!

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The sadness...............

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It has actually been a hard day for me, my heart is breaking and I am trying to hide it from the kids. They have their own issues to deal with and don't need to see me crying. I did that in private today. Joselin is gone.........she is on a bus back to Memphis. She says she is done with us.

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She came home and couldn't deal with our rules. Really, our rules are not that difficult, have I ever mentioned that I am a big softie? Things like don't lie, steal, sneak out the window at 2am, respect others in the home....all too difficult. Her stealing used to remain in the home, she started stealing from her friends. Calls from parents started.

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She just reached the point where she didn't care anymore. I still care. Regardless of what she thinks or wants, we are still her family. I told her that, she says she rejects us. Today I just don't feel the hope that I normally have in my heart.

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I could say profound things about adoption, love, how biological children have the same issues, how to keep giving in spite of the challenges, however, all I can think to say is that sometimes parenting just plain sucks!