It was a year ago that Gracie assaulted Jack and he was taken into foster care. Gracie showed up last night and dropped Jack off. She never does that; she was high, didn't know what day it was and was out of it. We told her that it was fine, Jack could stay. I let her mom know what was going on.
Jack had diarrhea in the night and all day so we didn't send him to daycare. Whatever rattled through him last weekend, isn't finished with him yet. This morning I put him to work prepping for Thanksgiving dinner on Monday. He loves to help me cook and I surprise myself at how patient I am with him.
We talked to Lori, Gracie's mom, tonight and she agrees with us that Jack is not safe at this point with his mother. He will come back to live with us fulltime for now. It's been a horrible year for all of us, next weekend is the first anniversary of her husband's death.
I'm exhausted but can't sleep, trying to figure out how things will work.
Life shouldn't be so hard for little people.