A friend of mine refered to me as Superwoman... I'm not so sure I agree. Dave's cancer has really thrown a wrench in things. This weekend, on Saturday, he had a bit of a fever. We took him in and good thing we did. He has an infection and has been in the hospital ever since. His white blood count is ZERO and they don't know whats wrong yet.
On top of that, just before he went in, we got a call saying our foster care license was finally approved! In that call they also asked us to take a 22 month old little boy. After some discussion, we decided to do it. So now I am like a single mom of three. We didn't expect Dave to be in the hopsital but so far, I am doing well. Maybe I am just so busy that my mind isn't on anything to do with the C word. Our foster son is doing very well though! He is adjusting well and taking to the monkies quiet well.
I don't know... Superwoman? I think not. I am copeing, I am managing, I am living my life and holding myself together.... mostly... I seem to cry at the drop of a hat. Today when we got to school (for Little Miss) I realized that we had forgotten her backpack and lunch in the foyer at home. As I was dropping her off she got so worried about it, it made me so upset that something I had overlooked was upsetting her. I assured her I was going straight home to get it and as I said goodbye, I got all teary. ..
I don't think Superwoman would do that....