Saturday, October 31, 2020
Happy Halloween!
Thursday, October 29, 2020
A necessary break
Tuesday, October 27, 2020
Let the painting commence
Yesterday I started work on the fourth and final bedroom that needs painting. I had to wait until the foster kids were gone to be able to paint this one; the time has finally arrived and I can work on it uninterrupted.
But only for 3 days - I have to return to the home/house on Thursday for a doctor appointment. But after that, I think I'm good to work for a couple more weeks before I take a break for the holidays.
Yesterday I broke down the cribs, moved out some mattresses that are waiting to turn into a bed, vacuumed and spent over 3 hours deglossing the molding. Today I can start painting. Finally!
Below are some "before" photos - note: the current wall color looks totally different in several photos. It's so hard to capture an accurate portrayal of a paint color in a photo - the indoor and outdoor lighting can change its appearance so dramatically.
Although the pics look different, it IS the same room in all the pics, despite the appearance of the different wall color variations.
The color is sort of a gray/brown - like a taupe, I guess - and the paint is flat and matte. It's hard for me to imagine a color I like less.
Wednesday, October 21, 2020
Time to return to the lake!
Two weeks ago, my family and I left the House of Goodwill to return to the home/house, to say goodbye to our foster kids and take a little fall break time visiting a nearby city we'd never explored and visiting some family we hadn't seen in 15 years. (A New Year's resolution fulfilled that I really thought Covid was going to thwart.)
It was great!
And now we are back at the home/house again, preparing to return to the House of Goodwill tomorrow. We were going to finish out the week here, but the forecast tomorrow is for 84 degrees - that's kayak weather!
I'll be posting regularly again very soon. Until then, here are a few pics from our last week at the house before we left. The first two pics were taken on an evening walk by my husband.
A beautiful early fall sunset.
Thursday, October 8, 2020
Goodbye, foster kids
Tomorrow is the last day with our foster placement, a two-year-old and three-year-old, half brothers. They have lived with our family for a year and a half.
Tomorrow evening they will go to their mom's new apartment to restart their lives with her, now that she's clean and off drugs.
Somehow this feels like I'm writing a yearbook entry, and summing up this experience I'm tempted to say "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times," or "What a long strange trip it's been" or some kind of appropriate cliche like that. They fit.
After a year and a half of revolving our lives around the needs of two toddlers, not to mention all the appointments and visitations, we are ready to move on. We've been ready for a while. The kids need resolution, and so do we.
Every Friday night at 7pm for about a year I know where I have to be: dropping off kids to visit their bio family. Every Sunday evening at 7pm I know where I have to be: picking up kids from visiting bio family. And now the drop off will be for the last time.
It's a mixed bag of feelings, for sure.
When someone lives with you for a year and a half, they definitely feel like family. When small children start calling you Mommy, they definitely feel like family. Except that they aren't.
And that is hard.
And living that way for too long isn't healthy for anyone.
Honestly, my experience with "the system" wasn't great. The kids had four different social workers in less than one year. (Due to employee turnover.)
I never felt heard by anyone in the system. Nor was anyone particularly concerned with communicating with me. Over and over, I witnessed the child welfare system prize procedure and paperwork over the best interest of the child.
To be frank, our child welfare system sucks. It's government, and government doesn't do a lot of things well, in my opinion.
The bureaucracy and the waste in the system are mind blowing. It's a taxpayer black hole.
And those frustrations are on top of the actual work and emotional fatigue of taking care of the kids. Someone sent me an article that said 50% of first time foster families quit after their first placement. I believe it.
Do I want to do it again? No. But officially, we are just taking a break for now. We'll see what's next.
You see, a part of me still believes in the idea. I do want to help children. God has given us the resources. I don't want to be selfish with my own life. (Although honestly, I kind of do. I just don't think I should be.)
We're going on vacation the morning after we drop off the kids. I think it's a good way to restart our lives again. (This will probably be the last post for the next 10 days or so.)
I'm going to take some time over the next few months to rest, be with my family, enjoy the holidays and work on The House of Goodwill. That I am very excited about!
Foster kids, you will never remember us, or that you lived here. But we will never forget you. I will miss teaching you Spanish. I will miss watching "Jorge el Curioso" with you while you ate your galletas and drank your jugo.
I will miss making your cribs into forts and reading you libros.
I will not miss my house smelling like a gross diaper all the time.
And I'm not kidding, as I was typing the last sentence out here on my patio, I heard a very loud crash from inside the house. When I went inside to investigate, I discovered that one of the kids (who was supposed to be napping), had swung his blanket up toward the overhead light and broken the glass, causing it to shatter and fall all around the room.
I'm not making that up. There are things I WON'T miss.
I always told them not to go into a particular corner of the dining room where I have two 3-tier marble tables with plants on them. One day, one of them managed to run back there, fall into one of the tables and hit his head. As he fell, he knocked the table and all of it's plants over, which just happened to fall onto the other table with plants, breaking the marble (and the wood) on BOTH tables.
There are things I won't miss.
But there is a lot that I will.
And as upset as I was over the broken light fixture and the marble tables, I know that human beings are infinitely more important than things.
For better or worse, whatever this experience meant to us or to them, I know it mattered to God. It was worth doing, and it is one of the few things in my life that I'm very proud of.
I'm excited to get my life back, for a while at least.
It was a long strange trip indeed.
Foster kids, we love you. Vaya con Dios.
Wednesday, October 7, 2020
It's beginning to look a lot like fall...
We are now in the last stretch of our foster placement, and look forward to some time off next week when my son has his fall break from school.
We've paused work on The House of Goodwill, so we can had back to the home/house to return the kids and pack for a short trip out of town.
We are all looking forward to a little time off of school, work and the house project. Vacation is a nice way to begin to readjust to life as a family of three, and we are all ready for more free time and the freedom that will come without factoring two toddlers into every life decision.
That said, we will all miss them. More on that later.
For now, I will just share some photos from my kayak trip with my husband yesterday. It was a beautiful early fall day; the trees here are just beginning to show signs of change. It was a warm afternoon, there was little boat traffic and it was just so peaceful.
When we return here in a few weeks, the trees should be in full fall foliage.
Good thing I have a wet suit for the kayak!
Monday, October 5, 2020
A paint project completed!
Yesterday I wrote about what an uphill journey it feels like sometimes, working on this house and getting it rental ready. (Note: this is not a complaint; this is what is known as a good problem!)
I am definitely making slow progress, after spending a week deglossing and painting molding in 1/4 of the foyer, I decided to take a break from molding and take advantage of the beautiful fall temperatures to do some sanding outside.
One of my sanding projects was the vanity in the master bedroom. Ideally, I would love to replace the bathroom sinks in this house with something newer, but those will be projects for the future.
For now, I'm focusing on cosmetic updates while we spend the big money building a swim/boat dock and sandy beach on the shoreline.
I forgot to take a before photo, d'oh!
Here's the best I can show you as far as what it looked like before I redid it:




































