I have to say I never understood why tax season was such a big deal before I was a parent. Wow, it's nice. I am again in the middle of feeling like I *might* be pregnant. I mean I doubt it, but I feel like it. Okay, that does not make much sense. My lady parts (all of them) are feeling a little weird. Here's to hoping.
I have said before that I try to be transparent here, and I am having some issues with my mom. My mom was not present in my life from the age of 6 years until about the age of 20. No joke. My dad remarried really quick to a much older woman (17 years older) and she has jealousy issues. My dad was not around, not that he was out partying or anything, he worked as much as possible. My dad made up for his absenteeism with money. Cool when you are 10, not so cool when you are 20 and need your dad to walk you down the isle. My mom has bounced from husband to husband, adopted 3 children, and made a mess with them as well. Sigh. I was not given good cards in the parent department. They do their best, and I guess that is what matters.
The reason I say all this is I am the parent they weren't. That means I kiss my son every chance I can, and tickle him and tell him how much I love him. Isaiah is an only child and it is so hard not to spoil him, we do spoil him, but we shower him with love and attention, material things will only end up in a landfill one day.
We still have not been back to church, and I have huge guilt about that, we need to go back. I need to get over my hurt and move on.
On another note, we are not getting liscensed with the county for fostering versus a hired company which means really that we get the first call about placements, and I am really excited about that! I am going to do a double post today about Isaiah's stats, weight, height and all that.
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