I suck at being patient. Just ask my long suffering husband!
Court was more than three weeks ago. The possibility of the girls’ third sister moving here at least temporarily was discussed at length at court. The judge didn’t order it, but told the agency they had to make certain medical things happen for the sister that will be hard, though I don’t think impossible, for them to do.
There’s supposed to be a meeting today with the agency we are with, and the agency the other three kids are with. It was supposed to be held last Friday but got postponed a week. I’m on tenterhooks waiting for an answer.
Either:
1) Life will keep trucking along predictably, and I’ll have my big toe surgery soon (an arthritic toe joint will be fused and a giant bone spur will be removed so I can walk comfortably again). Sunny will go to summer school, Sprout may go to a camp or two, and we’ll do all the usual fun summer stuff like beaches and camping. We’ll get a new car when we can afford it.
Musical Bedrooms
Or 2) Life will be dramatically upended with another child in the house – a teen no less – adding to our already considerable chaos. We will swap rooms in the short term, and put the three sisters in our master bedroom while we take the smaller room they’re currently in. Later on, after a potential surgery, the third sister would likely have to move to a temporarily-created room on our ground floor because she likely won’t be able to do stairs for a while.
Long term, Kiddo wants to move into our attic bedroom which is currently just storage. This is a fabulous solution. I don’t want kids with stair-climbing-limiting disabilities on the third floor but Kiddo has no disabilities so she can handle the steeper stairs up there. She’s getting older and wanting her independence and wants a whole floor to herself. We’ll need to redo the floors up there and get rid of some more junk, but it’s doable to convert it back into the bedroom it’s meant to be.
That will give us her room to put Sunny or Sprout in, or the other sister if she’s here for long. It’s like a relief valve on our overcrowding sitch. We’ll move Kiddo regardless of whether we get the sister but it’ll be crucial if the sister is with us for long.
Midnight Thinking
Late at night, lying in bed, I have figured out where the beds will have to go, and the nightstands, and the dressers, and the artwork for each potential configuration. I’ve created a wish list on Amazon of stuff we’ll need if we do get the girls’ sister. I’ve contemplated when a move would make sense, how quickly I could get her insurance changed and get her to the specialist in Delaware that the girls’ have an appointment with at the end of June. I’ve contemplated conversations with our school district, our dentist, our optometrist, the girls’ pediatrician, the woman who handles referrals at the pediatrician’s office, the cardiologist, the local orthopedic surgeon, etc., etc.
The only thing I’ve been able to actually do is contact our homefinder to increase the number of kids we are licensed for from 2 to 3. I got push-back about that which weirded me out. You’d think the Homefinding unit would be thrilled we were opening up another bed? It didn’t sound that way. Regardless, the girls’ case worker said she could take care of that piece for us.
So. I just sit and wait and stew and wonder and fret. Are we about to need a minivan, like, yesterday? Should I grab the spare daybed friends of ours have and start moving rooms around? Or should I just focus on things to do with the two girls for the summer?
I hate waiting.
I swear I am going to be the first person in recorded history to die of having to wait. Ha!
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