Labor Day

'Tis a weekend of 3's. A 3 day weekend for the 3rd weekend of the foster care arrangement, complimented by the 3rd Friday visit from the parental units. Quite allot of 3's for the 3 children, even before we count the extra 3 for the 3 year old. I think there's a speech therapy tongue twister in there somewheres. My tongue's too exhausted to look.

I'm enjoying a brief respite while Hubs takes the two GD's for their introductory visit with the local pediatrician reccommended by CPS. I believe the reccommendation was based on their willingness to work with the State system, buttttaaaa. . . I amnae very confident in that belief. The onslaught of details attached to 3 children is staggering, long before the court case. Ideally, you can prevent the court case by catching all those details before intervention is needed, but ideals are ideals, not entitlements.

GS looked like he wanted to go Night Owl Rebel on the thought of school this morning. Sigh. . . If GS won't come to the turkey babies, take the turkey babies to GS. MS (Middle Sister) and I carried the brooding cage to big brother's bed and let 'em loose. Big brother tried to hold his resolve, but. . . Who can resist turkey babies pecking your toes? ? ?

Resistance is futile. You will be gaminated. Gammy has gobbled.