Tonight I got word from Dude that the fosters, the foster care group the caseworker and supposedly ME were "invited" to the fosters for a meeting last Friday. Gosh - I never got an invite or a letter or anything. But they told Dude I did, and told them I was too busy. They had a discussion and without me there chose to get a new boy under age 12, and have given Dude until Dec. 31 to get out. No one is giving him options on where to go. The caseworker kept jeering at Dude "why don't you go live with your Moooom?" Dude finally went to his room. Dude said he's had all he can take. Monday probation called and told the fosters Dude missed an appointment. Dude said his appointment is the 14 - next Tuesday. No one told him about the call. Today probation called back and spoke with Foster Mom. Asked her to tell Dude to call him TODAY - very important. He never got the message. He said he was looking on caller ID to see in a job interview person called him and saw probation - he asked foster Mom if probation called...she said "Oh yeah - I told her nice things about you but I have no idea why." lol..lol....Dude said - What did she say? OMG what ?? Oh she said you have to do all your community service hours over because you never went and got your time sheet. Dude nearly had a spaz fit. The foster Dad refuses to "waste" the gas and insists that Dudes friend can take him (um duh - the guy works) and or his Mother can take him (um duh again - I work) and what the heck are you getting paid for? So the hours just got absorbed...so unless he gets the form tomorrow...the 40 hours are lost. Nice - really nice. So guess who's picking him up and getting the sheet then driving 40 miles one way to drop off the form? Yup - me...taking off work. And THEN guess who's going to the Foster care agency and the caseworkers office to give them a piece of my mind? Yup. Had it... But not UNTIL they find out that last night - When I dropped Dude off at his house - at 9:00 he knocked on the door and the fosters daughters live-in 40 year old boyfriend came to the door, looked out the window at Dude, shook his head NO...(I was in my car watching the entire thing) and then just walked off while Dude stood there knocking and begging to be let in HIS house. OMG I was furious. So Dude went around back...got a bicycle...loaded it up in my SUV and asked me to take him to a friends house 5 miles from there. He said he'll have to wait until 11:00 when the fosters get home and they let him in - which means riding home in the dark....5 flippin miles on country roads. I've had it. I have beyond had it. I'm not sure what I'm going to do - but I have had it. And the thing that gets me the MOST? They're all at church...because it's ....well just forget it. UGH. Some religion that must be. Church of the almighty buck I think. I can only imagine WHY someone would allow these people to foster ANOTHER child.