What a difference a brain makes...

{Title inspired by What a Difference a Day Makes by Etta Fitzgerald: "Twenty four little hours...brought the sun and the flowers...where there used to be rain..."}

So, Mr. Superhunk {what I'm calling DH today} called this morning with some more, reassuring information on Permanency Planning, because as per usual he operates on Logic. It turns out that:

A) It is required by law after a child under six years of age has been in foster care for six months; B) There will be TWO concurrent plans, one of which could be permanent placement with us {cross all your fingers and toes and knock on everything wooden}; and C) 89% of children are placed within TWELVE months of being in foster care.

Thus, this is just the way the Department of Human Services system operates, and, of course, as usual, nothing personal against me as a foster mother.

Still, it's "wait and see" which I hate. Patience and Maintaining a Positive Attitude Throughout Uncertain Circumstances are not in my skill set.

And with that, Baby Grrl's awake now, so back to the floor!