It's Been A Heck of A Week

We found out Wednesday that our new foster placement will not be coming to stay; a huge praise, as the judge saw improvement in his parents and allowed him to stay with them.

This came as a bit of a relief as I got the call while I was in a hotel room in Albany, NY, prepping to take Xena to the airport to meet my in-laws. Xena has gone to Oregon for 26 days. I personally am trying not to hyperventilate.

Xena will have a blast with my in-laws, sister and brother in-law and her cousins and was excited for the opportunity to go, but as the Mom, my heart aches every time I see her empty bed (well technically it is not empty as K.Z. decided to bunk in there with C'sa), or hear K.Z. exclaim absentmindedly, "I will go and tell the girls!"

I took the opportunity to spend a couple exclusive days with Xena before she left, including our "girls trip" to Albany where we got to swim, give one another manicures and go out to eat at extravagant places like... Boston Market (don't laugh, she thought it was cool). I also got to escort her to the gate as she waited with her Nan and Pop to board the flight that would whisk my baby 3000 miles away from me.

I swear to you, I tried my hardest not to cry, but when her little face got down and she asked, "why can't you come with me?", it was all I could do to not wail. I kept my composure, but my eyes did leak quite a bit. Minutes later she was fine and in line anxious to get on the plane while I was a wreck. I did not cry again, but I did stay and watch until the plane pushed back from the terminal. You never know, she may have ran off the plane for just one more hug, and I had to be there to get it (enter sappy music here), lest her heart be broken.

Okay, back to reality. Twenty five more days until my girl comes back. I just hope I do not break my neck jumping over furniture, small children and dogs each and every time the phone rings. It might be her...