A Job Well Done

Right after the first of the year in 04 we were trying to get the adoption finalized for the 3 boys. We had our physicals all that was left to do were TB tests. So we loaded in the cars and invaded the doctors office. His nurse must have been really upset, she messes up half of the tests and we had to have them re-done. Joey's came back positive, so the health department called and we had to try and figure out how he was exposed. After some internet searching the only thing we could figure out was my Mom had been exposed during her years as an E.M.T with the Kearsley Rescue Squad and she had not known. I found out a lot of people have exposure to TB and never know it until they are immune suppressed or have a TB test. This only meant he had been exposed so he had to go on medication for a year just in case he was ever immune suppressed. Not long after all that took place we started getting our final adoption papers. First Deebo then Joey and Ian. My older kids were leaving to go away to college. If I could have all my kids live me with me the rest of their lives and bring their spouses and children I would be one happy mama. But I had to cut the apron strings sometime so off they went. My pile was getting smaller and can you believe it I didn't like it. So the door was once again open and the calls started coming.
Three little boys who may have been TB exposed, no one would take them. I didn't have 3 opening but they would make an exception. OK see you in an hour. They were a temporary placement. They had only been out of foster care a few weeks, their mother brought them here from Ohio against court orders so they would be going back to Ohio foster care. They were a trio of cuties, one was 3 and a matching set of 4 year old twins. That evening after getting them bathed and putting them to bed me the queen of the laundry room washed their filthy clothes and coats.
A couple day later when DHS came to get the boys they were putting on their coats, one of the twins sniffed the sleeve looked at me with a big smile and said, "Hey Lady you washed our coats they smell so good thank-you". That almost made me cry to think a clean coat made these little boys so happy. I learned right then and there my kids took total advantage of me and my wonderful ability to remove stains. This was the first time I had ever been thanked for doing the laundry. Man I felt good.