Stories for Dads and Moms who Need a Laugh

Wife and I have decided to end our run as foster parents after a run of over five years. It's been an interesting run to say the least. From our first day of training in Brockton, MA to the day the last child left our home, the entire family has had its share of challenges. Everyone, including our own children, have faced those challenges head-on. Our experience in opening our home to those in need is one that won't be forgotten. Foster Parent Training Our journey started in a room with other potential foster parents. We went through a training process that explained what it meant to be a foster parent and what we could expect while these children were with us. Wife and I learned plenty, and we also found ourselves explaining some key points to our own children. For instance, The Oppressed thought it would be great if we had girls coming to our house. She was happy and willing to share her room with any girls that needed a place to stay. The Boy wanted boys to stay, but not j...

 People don't really enjoy getting up in the morning, unless you're a kid on Christmas Morning. Alas, leaving your nice, comfortable bed is a necessary evil when it comes to living and functioning in the world. I have to do it. I don't enjoy it, but I have to do it. I wake up with just enough time to sip some coffee before I make my way around the house to wake up cherubs for the bus. Sometimes they make it, sometimes they don't make it. You never know. Our morning is always full of surprises. Lovie wakes up later (much later) than the rest of the cherubs. Like everyone else in the house, I knock on her door to check on her and make sure she is ready to begin the glorious day. In these heady days of smartphones, home devices, and other forms of smart technology, you would think one of my children would know enough to set an alarm so they can be up and at 'em in the morning. Actually, there is one person besides me who does that. The Boy dutifully sets his alarm in t...