Thank you, Guys!
You guys will all be happy to know that I am no longer feeling guilty and blaming myself for not calling 911. I was in such shock to hear the news that it was overwhelming, but after reading your words and having time to reflect I’ve come to the conclusion you are absolutely right. There was nothing more I could have done. I doubt anyone would have banged down the door since there was really no evidence anyone was in there, in distress. Instead the kids would have been taken by CPS and it would have been really scary. I did the best I could with the information given. The kids got a full belly and some fun times. They love playing with Erik. The little girl and Erik are total best friends. The mom told me that she says Erik is her best, best friend because he plays with her, shares with her and doesn’t fight on her.
The mom thanked me profusely for taking care of them that day, so that was good. You just never know what people are going to say.
Anyway, we are all sick here. I have a sore throat and phlegmmy lungs. Elsa has a snotty nose. Mike. Well, who knows. He got home at 3 am and feels like shit. Erik seems to be ok, so he’s going to school this afternoon, thank goodness. The teacher hasn’t said anything else about him and he hasn’t said he’s going to kick her, so maybe it will be ok. Our homework for the week was to make sure the kids can count to ten. Are there really four year olds who can’t count to ten? Our bedtime ritual now consists of me counting out loud to 100. Have you ever heard of such a boring bedtime ritual? Boring is good at bed time, I suppose.
Oh dear. Elsa is awake. I better go get her so Mike can sleep some more.