Today our foster children went with their mom... for good. Well, almost for good. They'll be back for one night because of the policies regarding overnight visits and some mis-placed paperwork. However, they're with their mom for the next week, and I'm here, suddenly without the kiddos that I have gotten incredibly used to thinking about constantly. It's an odd feeling.
Although I'm having an interesting time trying to adjust, I came to the sudden realization that five kids is a few more than I can handle without aging at break-neck speeds. I mean, look at this:
The picture on the left was taken in June when DeLaynie graduated from Pre-K. The picture on the right was taken a couple of weeks ago. I'm not looking for consolation. It is beyond argument that I have aged in the last seven weeks.
My brother and husband assure me that most of those terrible wrinkles are due to the bags under my eyes, and that sleep will cure them very quickly. I remain doubtful.
On the other hand, Edwin had a habit of referring to me as a saint during our time as foster parents, so I can assume that wrinkles and sainthood are somehow linked, as evidenced below.