The Day

Today is the Permanency Hearing to decide the next step in the welfare of the three children who automatically became Wards of the State the minute their parents died on September 21st, 2019. I am imagining that Hubby had an equally rough night in The Middle Aged Child Retirement Center our Urban Homestead was repurposed for. Are the dependant bachelors at least helping him psych-up for the court appearance or taking advantage of his fragile condition to further their own agendas? The still young children here on the farm have been remarkably un-curious about Gampy's absence, but the restless cries and disturbances which punctuated the night might have spoken their curiosity more eloquently than childish questions.

And there goes Baby Sis. . . Again. . . No rest for the weary. . . Again I feel the bite of being isolated with agitated children. It still sucks.

Big Bro spent most of the night choking for breath and drinking obscene amounts of juice in an effort to wash the blockage from his throat. It is the first time I have seen him like this. I last left him watching cartoons and continuing the deep breathing exercises I have been doing with him since the excessive juice drinking started sloshing ominously in his 6 year old tummy. I will take his pulse to see if he got enough rest through the night to handle school today.

The good news is that the hearing is early this morning. We should have the verdict before lunch. Prayers in progress.