Friday ... Thank God.

Goodness, what a week.

I had to talk with a Mom that just got back custody of her daughter that has been in our program all summer and in Foster Care and ask her to bring proof that the courts awarded her custody.

I got to call a Mom today to ask her to bring another change of clothes for her son, who is almost 11, and smelled so bad that kids were complaining.

I had a meeting with a Mom about her child's behavior, she came to us in tears, so upset with how he had been behaving ... he is 6 and he can't stop hitting and kicking other children.

I got to tell a child that I would pray for him, he is 12 and in the Foster Care system, and he just learned that he wasn't being adopted ... through teary eyes he said God wasn't answering his prayers and that he didn't know what his purpose in this life was.

I had the chance to pull out a 2nd graders tooth ... kids were chanting his name waiting for the bloody tooth to be yanked from his face.

I got to confront a staff member about their performance and suggest they take some time off if they couldn't pull it together.

I sang the shark song, the Y Camp song and Boom-chick-a-boom ... one too many times.

I dealt with bloody noses, bee stings, cleaned up barf twice and had about a million conversations about what was inappropriate behavior.

All of this, while I had a wicked cold, a sick husband and my own two beautiful children to entertain after working 12 hours.

I am a tired woman.
I do love my job.
I love my husband and my children.

I had an amazing session today with Nancy, amazing and life changing.

I am tired ... did I mention that ... maybe sharing a pitcher of margaritas after work with my boss isn't helping my need to find a pillow and close my peepers.

Good night.