We’ve gotten so close to new long-term placements of foster kids in our home. But as the saying goes, close only counts in horse shoes.
Today was particularly nerve wracking. My husband called me at work.
“Are you sitting down?” he asked me. Then he launched into the details of a 14-year-old girl who needed an emergency placement.
He shared the details of the abuse and her homelessness. The social worker wanted to have New Girl in a home within 2-3 hours.
“Um, we have have two boys – Excited and Helper – arriving for the weekend in just a few hours.” I said.
“Yeah, New Girl could bunk with Sassy this weekend and then when the boys go home, New Girl could move into they’re using,” hubby said.
“Four teenagers and an eight year old??” Gulp.
Our permanent kids were onboard. I said yes., too. Hubby said he’d call me back. He also told me to hurry and wrap up things at work and come home.
Sassy was going full bore to clean her room to make it presentable for a roommate. Silent One went up into the attic to bring down the spare box spring. Hubby called friends to ask if we could borrow a twin-sized mattress again.
A bit later, hubby called me back. New Girl was being assigned to a social worker that we have decided not to work with. So, the placement worker and hubby agreed that New Girl would live with another foster family.
Waiting is really hard.