A Hair Raising Experience

I've just seen a blogging assignment for Tamar asking for a blog post on a hair raising experience. There was a few hints, like sky jumping, aqua zorbing or ghost hunts. Now I could write about some real life ghost experiences, but then I thought just about everyone is going to cover thrills and spills, so I decided not to go that way. Here's my post ............

I have had some pretty hair raising moments but in recent history it has to be fostering. "Really?" I hear you ask. "Seriously" I reply. The process was as rigorous as when we adopted Ella and turns out it needs to be. The whole experience to date has been hair raising!

• We have had the lad who tried to grow cannabis in his bedroom - twice!

• The police in the house arresting a lad at 1 in the morning, him fighting; Liana trying to calm him; Ella with her special needs hysterical and being calmed by Jeff; and me hugging the other foster child who was in tears because she woke up to the sounds of chaos and thought everyone was being murdered in our sleep;

• Stopping new arrivals climbing out of bedroom windows to escape;

• A request for an emergency placement for a sibling group of three - at 3pm on Christmas Eve;

• Getting a phone call from a fosterling at midnight because she's walking the streets after arguing with her boyfriend and trying to work out where on earth she is;

• Been followed on Facebook by a fosterling's parent (sorted that one by completely locking down all the privacy settings);

• Our beautiful, complex, autistic, delightful Ella being insulted by a fosterling's parent;

• Have been sworn at, insulted, lied to, had money stolen, and had their rooms treated like a refuse tip;

Then this happens ..........