As of 9:30 tonight, I have another kid. A teenager, even. Lord help me.
They are a friend of Hero’s who is fostering with another friend’s family. But due to the vagaries of the foster care system, they aren’t allowed to go with the foster family on their vacation to Canada. Rather than stick them with strangers for only a week, we agreed to take them in. It will be like one long sleepover. I hope. Except now I have another teenager to roust from bed in the morning, and this one goes to a different school, so I have to take mine and trust that this one gets themselves to the bus on time. Worked this morning, at least.
And no, neither I nor they are gender confused. They prefer they/them pronouns, so I do my best to honor that. Doesn’t mean I don’t get ticked off when they chirp me for getting it wrong, though. And what’s the singular construction of “themselves”? Themself? The autocorrect keeps changing it for me.
I sense another blog post.