This morning stunk.
Nastya is not being very helpful with packing. She is reluctant and even questioning...almost defiant. Please note this is not at all how she has behaved. It is frustrating and heartbreaking.
Today she asked me about another boy from her "school" who has found his forever family. She wanted to know why she can't stay and come back like him....I swear she waited until Michael left for a soccer tournament to ask me the hard questions. I am not posting the conversation here because honestly it is none of your business. I only mention it because I want to give you an accurate portrayal of what hosting is like.
Let's stop talking about this stuff. I simply can't go there.
Let me ask you a question.
How am I supposed to get all of this stuff....
|not pictured is the load of clothes in the dryer, her toiletries, and the winter coat, hat, and gloves.|
...into this rolling duffel bag?
|She is totally excited about her thirty-one rolling duffel bag!|
Let me ask you another question.