And you thought we were done with Adoption classes, huh? Yeah, not so much. To remain "active" in foster care we have to fulfill so many hours of training per year. So we'll never technically be "done". Such is the life of having kids though, right? Tonight we had to go to a training on Infection Control. And let me tell you...me and my OCD mind did not like this class. This was my thought process as she went through her presentation:
OMG I have h.iv
OMG I have hep.atits
OMG I have lice
OMG I have T.B
And so on and so on. I don't have any of those, but I get some hypochondria-tendencies sometimes. So this picture is of me and Josh being freaked out that we have some sort of blood-borne illness (which we don't).
Tonight's training was with a class of 20. Much larger than our MAPP classes were. As class went on Josh and I realized that there was a person in tonight's class that totally trumped "Idiot Guy" from our MAPP classes. She was "THAT person". You know, THAT person that likes to hear themselves talk. And THAT person that likes to ask a question after every single thing even if it doesn't have any relevance. THAT person that likes to tell their own personal story even though it doesn't make sense. Yup, THAT person. Josh and I decided there is always one of them in every class. That one obnoxious person that doesn't realize that the minute they stop talking we'll be done with class and able to go home. That person who by the end of the class thinks they are co-teaching the class. So irritating.
THAT person happened to be there with her husband. And for some reason I couldn't help looking at them and thinking one thing (after class I learned Josh was thinking the same thing). You see, they were very large. I mean: Large. I've seen big people, fat people, overweight, etc. And I mean, these people were BIG (not that there's anything wrong with that). So what is wrong with my mind that I could not stop looking at them and wondering how on earth they have sex? I mean, how does that happen? How do those parts get to there? I just don't get it.....
Oh, and one more tidbit of the night. This one woman's cellphone rang during class so she got it out....FROM HER BRA. Who keeps their cellphone in their bra? Never seen that before....
And I learned tonight that when we get our child, who will be our child, but will technically be in "foster care" until the adoption goes through, that we have to get permission to give them things such as tylenol, calamine lotion, sunscreen. Yes, sunscreen. I have to get permission from the county before I put sunscreen on my kid...."the system" is so weird.
Did you know they are thinking of extending the foster-care age-limit up to 26 or 27 years old in NY? That means you could remain in foster care until you are 27. While in foster care the state pays for everything for that kid. Medications, doctor's appointments, college, etc etc. Where is this money coming from? I mean, it's great that these kids who have nothing are able to go to college for free and all, but who's really paying for it? It doesn't make sense to me.
Sorry for the randomness, but you're probably used to it by now!
"Common sense is not so common." -Voltaire
