Mores.....

Apparently my foreshadowing is spot on.  This journey could get more difficult, include more tears, contain more frustrations, be more confusing and so many other 'mores'.

After all the patience and stagnation we got a call on Friday afternoon. Yes that kind of call.  CAS was wondering if we would be interested in fostering 3 small children (very very small, like bring my slings out of retirement because they would be put to use small). The placement would need to happen immediately, preferable that day but by Sunday at the latest. It was a whirlwind afternoon filled with anxious pacing, lots of consideration, wide eyes and deep breaths.  My poor husband when I called him at work to give him the head's up, I know that was the last thing he figured I would call him about.  There were so many questions and things that would need to be done!   We don't have a crib, car seats, bottles, diapers and all the other things that go along with caring for wee ones who are not my own....... since bottles would not be necessary otherwise, or a crib for that matter.e

And here is where all the "mores" comes in.  With much consideration....as much as we could be allowed in the matter of a couple hours because that is all we had....we declined as the situation stands now. So we can add more second guessing, more uncertainty, more regret, more, more, more, more.....