Being a foster parent is by far one of the hardest "jobs" I have had in my entire life. I feel so sorry for my little boy. He has been non-stop kicking, yelling, screaming, biting, hitting, and crying since I picked him up from daycare at 5pm.
I am so tired, I dont even had the energy to pack my suitcase and we are leaving first thing in the morning.
I wish I could erase the passed
I wish he could just be happy.
He threw his dinner
Trashed his bedroom
Cried for his dinner after it was taken away
Put a band aid on because he was picking
Refused a bath
Cried for a bath when I put his Pjs on.
Yelled at me
Spit on me
Threw his toys
Took the band-aid off
Cried for another band aid
Laid in my arms, sobbing
Asked for his food (which was in the trash since he threw it on the floor)
Refused his medication
Finally got in the bath
Pooped in the bath
Back out of the bath
I scrubbed the tub, and toys
Ran ANOTHER bath
Got him back into the tub
Cried he wanted out of the bath
Cried louder when I took him out of the bath.
Laid in my arms crying
Refused to put on any Pj's
Didnt want a bedtime story
Cried when I put him into bed naked without a story.
Finally got his PJ's on.
Cleaned up his bedroom
Snuggled for a little while
Read him a story.
Gave him his meds
Kissed him good night
Tucked him into bed.
I Sat down
and he came running and screaming "I wanna watch tv"
Put him back into bed
I Sat on the floor to make sure he didnt get out.
Cried and cried and cried..I want another band-aid.
He settled down, and I left the room.
I think he's finally asleep. I wont dare open the door to check.
Anyone got any vodka chocolate?
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