Yesterday there was a bit of a kerfluffle in KidThree's bio-family. It involved drug money, stealing, guns, bullets, real shooting, and so much anger. Poor KidThree spent most of the afternoon and evening trying to negotiate by phone with her mother and her sister. It is so hard to hear her in those situations. She is so torn, loving everyone involved, and so upset that they can behave so stupidly and without any apparent rational thought. It's like Al Pacino in "The Godfather," she keeps getting dragged back in.
Oh my. So today there won't be much but providing support to KidThree while she deals with all of that. Thank goodness she has that meeting tomorrow with that pastor; she needs the guidance and reassurance.
On the positive side, the living room looks terrific and so will the kitchen, once I've mopped the floor. With that, I can face another day.
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