B wanted to go to a girl's house, but her parents are out of town and I don't know the relative who is staying with her, so I said no. And he called me a wordy dird and stormed away as per usual. 

I've had my daughter home for seven nights, and for seven nights, my son has slept on her floor, reunited and refusing to be apart from her again.  For seven nights, I've slept in the living room and my son's bedroom has sat empty. 

This is all by way of saying that I desperately love my foster children ... but foster care itself can be kind of stupid. As most systems can.

Girlchild had a falling-out with her only friend at her new school. I've had a heck of a time getting her to go to school since then, and this morning she had a full-on shaking, crying panic attack when we came in sight of the building. She ended up getting classwork from her teachers and working in my classroom (I work in the building).

So this evening a different school friend invited my girl to the trampoline park. Yay, right? A friend!! So on zero notice, we hopped in the car and zipped out to the city. 

Except.

I can’t even tell y’all this, man.

Except, at the very last minute, we took a wrong turn up a hill and there was no where to turn around for ages

because there were all these chain link fences 

Because

Because IT WAS THE JAIL WHERE THEIR MOM IS INCARCERATED. 

I didn't even know what city it was in. WHAT WERE THE ODDS IT WAS ONE LEFT TURN AWAY FROM THE TRAMPOLINE PARK? 

Girlchild starts cry-laughing and shouts,  "Go here, stop here, I want to see my mommy! I miss you,  mommy!"

"Ok, so you've had the cat six months, and ..."