I walk in the doors of YFC  and enjoy watching the visit happening between some birth parents and their kids.   Busyness is all around, and kids are in visit rooms and in hallways.  I decide to go get the mail, and as I walk around the hallway, there is a finger pointed in my face, “It’s her fault. She did it.”  With no further explanation, the woman continues in the room, and I decide…A quick run to Starbucks is definitely in order for today.

Upon my return, I see a clown getting out of his car.  A clown…at YFC…this is going to be a very interesting day.   I meet “Chuckaloo” in the lobby of the building and find balloon animals in all of the children’s hands.  Some days YFC feels like a circus, but today…it really is a circus.  I spend a half hour with Chuckaloo in a visit and am surrounded by balloon bears, flowers, and dogs.   I also end up with a turtle on my wrist.  Thanks Chuckaloo!  After all of the chocolate cake, presents and guests, the visit is over and a van hauls away the 1 year old and all of her new treasures. 

Reports are getting written, calls are being made, little fires are being put out and some are getting bigger.  Will someone be able to watch a kid on my caseload for a week?  Did that child’s fever go down?  Is my cell phone dieing again?  Can I go on vacation?  Who just got added to my caseload?  Is it my turn to blog?

There is one more visit to help with today.   I will get in and get out.  What’s that? You want pictures of all three of you?  Of course!    Camera…don’t fail me now.  Everyone on the couch!  You…out from under the table. Uncover your eyes.  Put that tongue back in…well…that’ll do. 

Whew…today is over and I realize…there’s nothing that I would rather be doing.