You know you're a foster parent when...
- You find yourself buying new stockings every Christmas.
- You've had family portraits taken every year for the past five years, and no two of them have the same people.
- Your church pew resembles United Nations.
- You consider a "prime" parking spot the one that is closest to the cart return, rather than the one closest to the door.
- You have three children named, Crystal, Chrystal, and Krystal.
- You carry an extra carseat in the trunk "just in case."
- You say things like, "I'm taking Little Timmy to jail so he can visit his dad" and "Baby and I are going to rehab today" and don't give a thought about the looks of abject horror on the faces of the people overhearing your conversation.
- Your 4-year-old asks, "Can we call the caseworker and ask her to bring us a new brother?"
- You open your garage door and passing cars stop, thinking that all of the toys, bikes, and baby furniture mean "Garage Sale!"
- Your local grocer tells you that if you ever decide to move, he would like advanced notice because he will have to lay off three employees.
- You consider going to the bathroom a "vacation" if no one knocks on the door.
- "Special" time alone with your husband is a full night's sleep in your favorite baggy jammies.
- You understand "teen speak," and find yourself using it in your everyday conversation.
- You have to carry a list of your children's names and birthdates.
- You find a urine stain on the carpet, and DON'T suspect the dog.
- You have to stop and really think when someone asks you, "How many children do you have?"
You know you're a foster parent when...
"Your heart is bigger than your brain." :-)
AWESOME! Big love to you, Girl!
ReplyDeleteThat is hilariously true!
ReplyDeleteLOL! I love #4! I've driven around the parking lot several times looking for a cart corral with a spot next to it. And I always have an extra car seat just in case.
ReplyDeleteHaha! I have 2 Colins! One is spelled Collynn. I also love the one about people squirming over the (Are they yours". I had a checker ask if my husband was black, in reference to my bi-racial 1 month old. I told her no, then paused and told her quietly that my husband wasn't the father of this baby. I don't know what possessed me to do that! It was funny to see her turn red!
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