Class

Today was a class on sexual abuse. I was not looking forward to it. I was expecting to cry for 3 hours. Thank goodness it wasn't that bad. We only watched one video and heard one story. One couple refused to partake in an activity and left. This was the last class they needed for their training. I guess they decided that fostering wasn't for them. We learned that we have to have a bed readily available for the child we will get. That makes things difficult for us, because we won't know the age we are getting. I guess we will get a convertible crib.