We're getting there

I really feel like the last year has been a blur-a very super, duper highly stressful blur. Just thinking about it makes me think I might need a Xanax. It started with my sister, Mara, giving birth to Jon. What should have been a wonderful thing was made stressful by her useless husband (yes, useless is the nicest word I can find for him). The next week, we found out Weston needed heart surgery and the day after that, we found out we were pregnant. The spring was spent going back and forth to doctors for Weston. We went to Duke twice, 1 time for his cath that landed him in the PICU for a week, and the other time for surgery that didn't happen. Then, the week before we left for Philadelphia, Nancy decided she wanted to try to get Abby back so back to court we went. Everytime it's the same-they send in more state people to "help". The "help" really means more random people coming in, doing home assessments, doing background checks on us, talking to the kids, basically wasting my time. I know that sounds mean but I value our family time together and I do not enjoy having to cater to any of these people. We didn't abuse or neglect our children, yet we are treated like criminals. We asked the judge to take away Abby's dad's rights (because he hasn't seen or called about her in over a year!). The judge said "I won't take away his rights because one day he might win the lottery and Abby will be entitled to some of that money". Now, is it just Adam and me, or do you think the last thing a crack addict is going to do when they win the lottery is call us to set up a savings account for a kid they haven't seen in over a year? Then, we headed to Philadelphia where Weston's heart surgery went fabulous. We were told to expect him to need another surgery in 8-10 years. We got home to TN and Avery arrived soon after. She is our very best baby ever. In the weeks since she has been born, we have been on house arrest to keep Weston away from germs, we were told Weston will probably need another open heart surgery soon, we have to find a pulmonary specialist somewhere in the US that will take him, we have gone back to court to try to keep Abby, we got rid of our dog because she was acting crazy and we didn't want to risk her biting the kids, we got chickens (which are seriously my fav pet ever), my sister Mara has moved in with us with her baby, and then there was Chenhan. It is enough to drive a person crazy! I just want to tell everyone to get their act together, get their kids, and get out of my house.

Monday, the cardiologist said we could go out a little more in public. So, yesterday I took the Super 6 to storytime at the Library and to the place to vote. It was nice to finally be able to leave with all of the kids. I am so thankful that we finally got to have a nice, normal day!