Well, Crap

Just got a phone call from the FP who I have been trying to reach by phone for a week and a half now. They're sending her back. I have to pick her up Thursday. B doesn't want to come back here either. Foster Mom says she has agreed to go to Job Corps, but wanted to get started from their house, which they won't agree to let her do.

Pray for two things: 1. That I can get her placement somewhere before Thursday, and 2: That the Cymbalta I just started kicks in before Thursday in case I can't.

Toodles,
Sarah