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Well here are the latest updates for Tyke, Tot, and Baby.

Bio-Mom got one visit a week given back.  The judge said she could not reschedule services or it would count as a cancellation.  She is not allowed to reschedule or cancel one or she loses visits again.  She had a visit scheduled for Thursday and yes, she rescheduled the visit.  No one told the visit supervisor about the judge's ruling (of course) so the supervisor accepted the rescheduling and Bio-Mom did make Saturday's visit.  Score one for B.M.  She also got a job.  Score another for her.

This week the boys' Grandma will be given a visit.  I am transporting for that.  I don't know what to expect.

On the home front things are looking somewhat better.  We had some excellent family time this weekend.  I am really enjoying having a helper for the summer.  I only had her for 3 days last week and it was a huge stress relief.  I want to be clear that this is not help so I can sit on my butt and eat bon bons.  I still manage my household, its just like having extra arms (every mom's dream).  It was a thrill to work my way down my old everyday to-do list and actually get most of it done.

 I also sat down with my helper and we talked about my goals for this summer.  I want to go out and enjoy summer with all 5 Littles.  I want to help Tyke get potty trained.  I want to help Tot with screaming fits, and I want to make sure everyone can play outside a great deal and stay safe while doing it. Oh, and I'd like to be able to get basic housework done everyday.  That's pretty much it.

I know I discussed worrying about what others think I should or should not do.  This people-pleasing is a problem for me, and it has begun to make me crazy.  So instead of going off the deep end trying to make it all work I say this, "I know we are supposed to go out Saturday night.  I am feeling anxiety because I want to make you happy, but I am nervous that all of our sitters will have plans."  I am trying to just do my best and forget the rest.

Ok so right now I am feeling anxious because I want to finish this and go back and recheck/edit so it will be written well, but there is a little boy upstairs fussing because he just woke up.  I have to choose.  I choose Tyke.  Catch ya'll later!