Friday night we met at Chick-fil-a with Melissa, her foster parents, and foster siblings. The kids played and we (Mike and I) got some great info about Melissa and about fostering in general. We told everyone that we were going to a waterpark on Monday and we would love for Melissa to come with us, so we decided she would move in on Sunday.
Sunday came and we picked up Melissa. She had an 8 person dining table filled with stuff. There was tons of toys and clothes. She literally had at least 50 shirts, including one that said "I love shopping!" No kidding!! So there is no need for us to get new clothes or shoes (she came with 15 pairs) besides what she will need for soccer. The morning we picked up Melissa, her previous foster mom and her had gone to the store, where Melissa insisted on getting "her new mom" some flowers. She picked out my absolute favorite- sunflowers :) She also went around the store telling people that she was getting a new mommy today and saying "I am a foster kid and I am getting a new mommy today."
So now it is Tuesday. Melissa is doing wonderfully. She is a great girl with a great personality. Her and Kassidy have been non-stop playing. Melissa is pretty clingy and does definitely like to please. She seems to be thriving, while I seem to be struggling. I hesitate to share why I am struggling, but I will probably in another post very soon.
Our caseworker came today for us to sign paperwork. We had not met her before since our homestudy was done by another woman. My room and the girls' rooms are disasters. My sisters are in town (!!!) and like I said Melissa came with a truckload of stuff that I have been sorting. My room is a mess because the girls have somewhat taken it over while my sisters are here and I have Melissa's stuff in there trying to be sorted. Their room is a disaster for the above reasons also. Well, it's hot here. That sounds like something totally unnecessary to write as I'm sure it's hot everywhere. Point being that our dogs cannot go outside for hours. It's too hot. Our CW also came early so I wasn't prepared with the dogs.
The disaster happenned when our CW asked to see where the meds were stored. In my room of course. In the bathroom closet, which was not locked like it was supposed to be. Our CW is African American and super cute by the way. Our dog does not like AA people. He was abused by them and just does not like them. He doesn't like when we wear hats or sunglasses and he doesn't like black people. He is also scary looking, but the biggest baby ever. I mean the smoke alarm goes off and he is glued to me the rest of the day. So, I open the door and try to warn her that he is going to smell her but that it will be totally fine. Well she freaks out when he starts barking at her and he runs up to her to smell her, like he always does. He rams his nose up her leg and she thinks that he has bitten her. I know he hasn't. He has never bitten anyone. Ever. If he had he would have been gone lonnng ago. She realized that he did not bite her. I got him outside, proceeded to really apologize and then showed her our disaster of a room and the med closet that was not locked.
What a disaster. She looked like she was going to cry.... I'm sure her nerves were completely shot. I have no idea what will happen. Our dog has been around two other CWs with no problem. He couldn't get enough of them. Him and Melissa have hit it off quite nicely. Her first morning here she kept telling everyone how she would kiss him and then he would kiss her back. They're friends. Everyone absolutely adores him once they meet him and everyone else who sees him from afar is scared of him. Just the way I like it. I have no problem leaving my doors unlocked and yes we live in a neighborhood in the city, but people know what dog we have and those who don't would get a rude awakenning from him (once they woke him up from his serious guard-dog duty of sleeping in the dirty laundry pile in the bedroom).
We will see. The whole situation really stresses me out.