One of those days where you are completely emotionally spent.
One of those days where you were convinced you did EVERYTHING wrong.
One of those days wherein, one or more of your children expressed their hatred of you.
One of those days where you- at multiple times during the day- were convinced that bedtime would never come.
And for me, it was one of those days where the collision of traumatized children was a definite problem.
I will admit- my twins currently have complete control over this roost. I'm very desperately trying to regain control, and so are they- so it's a battleground daily.
They moved in on May 11th, the day before Mother's Day. The honeymoon has been over for quite some time, and I keep hoping it will get better. I have three separate counseling appointments next week. One for each of the twins, and then one for my daughter, who seems to have dredged up some trauma memories due to their arrival.
And I'm standing here wondering why the state doesn't pay for foster PARENT therapy..... Because this Momma could really use it.
God has given me the confidence that this is HIS will, so I know we are on the right path, and I know that I would not have gotten through this day without HIS strength, but tonight I'm overwhelmed and tired. And I feel emotionally raw.
