Now it’s out there. And we speak the random thoughts in our head.
“We could take over the whole duplex and the girls could sleep upstairs.”
“Did you know it was X hospital that ‘ruled out RAD’? That hospital couldn’t treat strep throat.”
“We could use your tax refund to buy a minivan. No matter what happens, I am sure we’ll be transporting them somewhere.”
“Oldest girl’s name is a derivative of my brother’s name.” “Yeah, that’s cool.”
“A normal 9 year old is nearly a teenager. She’s way older than 9.” “I’m not ready to parent a ‘normal’ teenager. Much less her.”
“Attachment issues–you know what that means?” “Yup.” SIGH.
As of right now, they are looking for a home for the two girls together. We had about 15 minutes to make the decision about Pumpkin. Thankfully we have months to make this one.