Part of me wants to fill the next two weeks with as many awesome experiences as I possibly can.
Part of me wants to go into denial and just live life like normal. Total normal. Don't even think about it.
I really wish this story was ending differently. I really wish Grandma was trying to have a relationship with these precious children. I really wish I wasn't going to have to put these kids in a car with a social worker to have that person drop them off at a virtual stranger's house. I wish there was a way for it to be a healthy transition.
I can't even guarantee that the kids are going to get all their things. CPS has assured me that they will. But let's be real...I don't trust CPS all that much.
Will the kids ride in a car across the state? Will they go by plane? Will one worker take them by herself? Or will there be two? Will the kids even know the workers making this transition?
Will their grandma understand when the kids ask for Mommy? Will their grandma understand when the kids ask for Poppy? How about Herman, TT, Bart and Pumpkin? Will the grandma let them keep the things I send? What can I do for the kids to make this easier?
Part of me wishes it were just over with because I'm quite sure the waiting is going to be torture.