Wednesday, November 06, 2013

Foster Classes Update

Well, our last class is on Thursday.  I remember when we thought the classes would never start and now we are almost done.  The classes won't mean the end, however.

I got my physical last week, one of our requirements.  We have to be tested for TB and I guess there's some sort of shortage of this test.  We have to go to the health department to see if we can get the test, hopefully we can.  But it's one most place to go and we have to go Monday-Wednesday so they can review our test 2 days later.  My bloodwork came back great.  Go me.

We have not had our fire inspection.  Things got hectic last week and up until yesterday pretty much.  We had our front porch flooring redone.  It been nailed down sheets of plywood since we bought the houses in 2007 (is that right?).  Just that is bad enough but it was getting old and weak in some spots and flacking pretty bad.  The top step to our porch was too high and people would trip on it all the time.  Well, no more.  I had to spring for the fancy historic flooring, no basic decking for me, even if that meant waiting 6 years to do it.  Weirdo.

Then they moved out the giant black desk armoire thing that I hate (dubbed the black monstrosity) and brought it to Brian's office.  Yesterday I put together my new Target desk.  This room officially looks really weird.  I think we got used to having a whole wall covered in black armoire and now there's just this little 4' desk and lots of white space.  I still want to paint this wall with black chalkboard paint. 

I bought a small desk so I could move it into the dining room when we foster but now it looks like I'm going to have to move it sooner than that.  I was sort of confused about what level of readiness we needed to have (I still am frankly).  It looks like for our homestudy we'll have to have whatever beds we are going to use set up already.  So my plan is to buy a crib that can convert into a toddler bed.  That gets you to 2 years old, right?  And then a pack-and-play counts as a "temporary" bed so if I have that then we can qualify for 2 kids.  I think this is right, I have to confirm probably on Thursday to make sure I don't have to have a regular twin bed.  In any case, there isn't enough room in the second bedroom for the desk and a crib, I guess technically I could move the loveseat out into the dining room and then switch it around when we foster.  I wanted the loveseat to be like a reading/hang out spot.  I really don't want to put it in storage.

In any case I might be buying and setting up a crib very soon.  How weird is that?  We could have an empty crib for months!  Totally bizarre.  Eh, you do what you have to do.

I have also been desperately trying to move out office related/craft related stuff from this room and the closet.  Storage here is a joke so this is harder than it would be ANY OTHER PLACE.  This basically has been an ongoing bomb-storm in the house as I clean one section and then everything goes to storage, trash, give away, or Brian's office.  And then it starts all over again.  Somewhere between moving everything around and cooking for parties I messed up my back pretty bad last week.  It's finally almost healed but I was really worried for a while there.  I have my last "dinner" on Thursday where I need enough pigs-in-a-blanket for 80 people (friends and family night). 

Then, then, things got even weirder.  All of Brian's employees know about our fostering and the employee who watches our cats when we are on vacation said she would happily adopt Zimmy so we would be down to only 3 cats and ease our transition to fostering.  I'm not sure the limit on cats in order to foster so I'm not saying they would deny us but it certainly helps to have less cats in general.  Zimmy is a beautiful, super sweet, loving, giant cat but because of his personality he is relentlessly bullied by all the cats, mostly Andy, followed closely by Fox.  Zimmy spends most of his time in his "safe" zones.  The cats for some weird reason have "home bases" where they leave him alone.  So Zimmy is either under the bed or on the chair in the dining room.  It's a big deal for him to be adopted by a family with no cats because Zimmy will have free range and all the cuddles a cat could want without any fear.  It's still in the trial stage but man, I hope it works out.

Yesterday in the midst of cooking dinner for 18 people, getting the desk out, building the new desk, and hooking up the computer at Brian's office, going to the storage unit and the mission to drop off donations, my mom calls me, crying.  She just blurts out, your grandfather had a heart attack and I have cancer.


She tells me she didn't want to tell anybody but she had a random growth on her body that she had biopsied at the doctor's office and it came back cancerous.  She was waiting at the cancer center for her appointment and that's all we knew.  My mom wanted to go with my aunt to Florida to see my grandfather but obviously that couldn't happen.  I got off the phone with my mom and after a few phone calls with my aunt we found out my grandfather did not have a heart attack but went to the doctor who is scheduling him an appointment in a couple of weeks with a specialist.  That was a relief.  Then my mom finishes her appointment and says they have to operate within the next couple of weeks.  The plus side is it looks like recovery will be pretty quick, she stays overnight at the hospital and then the doctor says she'll recover in a couple of days.  Both my surgeries (myom.ectomy and appendectomy) had 6 week recoveries so to me that sounds pretty good.  I was just in a state of shock yesterday and today, I don't know, I feel optimistic.  There's no reason to think otherwise until after her surgery.  I'm worried, of course, but I'm hoping for the best.  It's just hard to picture my mom sick or in jeopardy, it's like my mind can't go there.  I want to call my dad and tell him but I'm afraid I'll burst out crying. 

So that's where we are.  Our final class is on Thursday.  We need TB tests from the health department.  We need our fire inspection.  We need to buy a crib.  We need to have our homestudy.  Then we see what happens next...


  1. A toddler bed could last for much longer than 2 years. My (tall) 2 year old is still in a crib, and my (also tall) 4 year old could still be in a toddler bed (though for him, it would be getting a bit tight). Good luck!!!

  2. I am sorry for late commenting again but I gasped when I read you might have given Zimmy away and immediately envisioned speeding from Kentucky to bring him home with me. ;-) I love that cat!

    1. Oh the lady who has him is nuts about him. I'm over the moon that it worked out.

  3. That is great news! And I am so glad you are happy about it.