Twists and Turns

So. After working myself up to send Sunny home, we met with the kids’ attorney yesterday.

I can’t go into any details but let’s just say things are not clear cut about a return at this time, and for some pretty good reasons we hadn’t been aware of or thought through. The attorney – a very good one – threw the proverbial monkey wrench into the mix.

We have court next week and I’m dreading it, body and soul. To be clear, I’m not dreading the outcome – I’m at peace with whatever of the several potential outcomes happens. I’m dreading the fireworks that will likely happen between agency and attorney and being seated in the midst of the crossfire. Discord makes me deeply uncomfortable. It’s part of why I hated being an attorney.

All that to say, foster care is a hell of a rollercoaster of emotions and expectations. I’ve been reminded not to count on anything before it actually happens. You’d think I know that by now! But clearly I can still be surprised.

To be continued…