Sometimes in foster care…

.. you get to spend a lot more time than normal on facebook on your phone while you “ignore” a tantruming child at the sprayground.

.. you have to take a child you’ve only known for two days to the doctor for an examination of private parts.

.. you should google how to check for lice and buy a lice comb and treatment ahead of time so you don’t have to lose time looking it up and then running to the store with a bunch of kids.

.. all of a sudden a whole bunch of people have your phone number and you are talking every day to mom and grandma and dad and stepmom and transportation worker and doctor’s office and daycare and social worker and sometimes you mix up their names and which number on your call log belongs to who.

.. your kids have to be late to the park because they had to wait for someone to be done screaming about the bread on the sandwich for lunch.

.. you have to pull over in a parking lot and get out of your vehicle to talk on the phone to a worker for 30 minutes while your kids wait inside reading books.

.. you go to bed praying for five brothers and sisters you couldn’t take, because you’ve already got your hands full, who are likely spending the night at the shelter.

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