I stink at making sure all six cherubs brush their teeth two times a day. I especially stink at this on the weekends because I have to do the brushing on the three littlest cherubs and I get tired of sticking my fingers in their mouths.
My med box is almost never locked.
I'm lousy at filling out Pumpkin's med log every day. In one year of care I have NEVER missed dosing her meds. But I have had to go back and make up her med log after the fact.
Not all my meds are located in my med box. I like to keep a couple things at my desk. And there are meds upstairs in our master bathroom in a few different places. I especially hate locking up all the medications. It is a pain in the neck!
I don't lock up my dishwasher detergent.
I've been known to bathe Dude and Dolly together when I'm in a hurry.
Cherub 3 is helping Dude learn how to go potty standing up. They aren't supposed to be in the bathroom together, but I'm a pretty firm believer that boys learn how to go potty standing up by watching another boy do it.
I'm not sure it's possible to parent a two year old without having to swat a bottom at least a couple times.
Out of all the things that have changed as our family expanded to eight members – laundry is the hardest for me. Clothes stay clean, but I totally stink at getting it all folded and put away. All my cherubs know that most of their wardrobe is located in a basket on the floor of my bedroom somewhere.
I am guilty of sneaking junk food at my desk while the cherubs are forced to eat healthy food at the table during lunch. The Cheetos are for me my little cherubs!
I'm still secretly hoping that CPS is able to properly convey the fact that they believe Dude and Dolly would be better off with us instead of their grandma. It's an ugly thought that goes against every way The System usually works. Kids are supposed to go with family. But I know their worker wants them with us. And while they honestly have little say in court, I'm still secretly hoping for a miracle.
I'm not sure how long I'll be able to care for Pumpkin after Dude and Dolly leave. ('Cause as much as I want them to be able to stay, I do know that they will be going to their grandma's.) It is so draining to work and work and work on the most basic of skills with Pumpkin and see almost no progress at all. With Dude and Dolly here I am motivated by how they are just "exploding". Dolly was nearly a year behind with her expressive language skills in her native language (Spanish). I believe she is now nearly ready to be done with speech therapy in her second language of English. It's awesome to see what a little exposure and interaction can do. But Pumpkin wears me out.
--- This just barely scratches the surface. I'm such a work in progress. I'm incredibly grateful for the grace and mercy God gives me every day. I'm not really sure "where" this post came from either. These are just the things that have been rolling around in my brain lately. I guess I figured I'd start the year off real. :)
Happy 2012! May it be a great one for all!!