The kids' birth brother was able to go home today. We got the kids all up early, picked up Birthmom and went to the hearing this morning that was to decide whether he went home or stay with us. He's a nice kid, but he really needed to be with his mom. Everyone at the court, including an awesome judge, agreed. I'm really pretty glad he was only here a couple of days, since I'm still being a nurse to Hubby after his surgery and Ms. D has been so emotional lately. But God's timing is better than mine, and it all worked out OK. It actually worked out better than OK for Birthmother, since she will be able to get some more services for the next few weeks while the case is still open. So she got her baby back, well, a big 15 year old baby, will get more support at a time she really needs it, and she knows that we love her. Hey, we even took in her son at a crazy time in our lives so that he didn't need to be in foster care. The kids were thrilled to have him, and are a bit sad this afternoon, but it'll be good for us to settle down.
This afternoon Hubby really wanted to go to work for a group picture. It was the 50th anniversary of SLAC, and he wanted to be a part of it, even if it was only for a few minutes. So I drove him there and waited in the car while the pictures were taken. I was surprised that they had a helicopter that came and took some pictures also.
Hubby didn't stay for the rest of the celebration, but he got to talk to a few coworkers, which made him pretty happy.
Then we went straight to the doctor's office to have Hubby's staples removed. I can't believe it's been a week already since he had his surgery.
So now we are home. Home Sweet Home!
I can breathe, relax, and get back to normal. Of course in our house, normal is pretty different than what most people's normal looks like. And that's just fine, because we're all home where we belong.