Still. in Dancing in the Minefields

It feels like time is moving in slow motion. Some rotten things have been happening around here, and we're ready to move on and get some closure... but it hasn't happened yet. While they take their time finding a new placement for K, she self-destructs and we clean up the mess. I don't really want to go into details, but her behavior has now warranted that she return to residential care (a group home) rather than another foster home. And yet, she's still in our home, with our little children, whom we're trying desperately to keep safe. Abigail is now sleeping in our bedroom (the girls were sharing a room). We have to keep Austin from her because she can't tolerate 30 seconds of him apparently. We're all very uncomfortable, and if you knew the details you might better understand. Soon, I hope. I feel bad for K. She needs a lot of help. But we can't help her, not with the littles. Hoping to hear from her social worker today. This has been the longest month ever.