It's kind of quiet around here....

My big kids are gone. Maria has gone to visit my parents for a few days. And Kain...Kain has gone to visit his mother for a week. That's right. His mother. No, I am not happy. Yes, I have cried many tears. People often tell us what a wonderful thing we are doing for Kain, and when they say that they usually mean things related to taking in a such a difficult child with so many problems and trying to make a difference for him. And yeah, that has brought forth some blood, sweat and tears. But by far, by *way, way, way* far, the hardest and most painful part of having Kain is dealing with his parents. It is so frustrating to deal with, and continue to have to deal with, the effects of someone else's lousy parenting. The more we love Kain and the more we want to raise him as one of our own the more painful this is.....because the reality is that he is *not* ours and we are always at the mercy of the whims of his parents.