DFS came and talked to the kids, finally. He's now at the hospital hooked up to I.V.s, to help with "cleansing" his system of the 3 different drugs he tested positive for. I filed a restraining order that will keep him away, for now. I also managed to find a job through all this. At a local hospital (not the same one he's in, thankfully) that provides daycare to it's employees. After talking to my landlord, we at least don't have to move immediately. I can't beleive this is all finally coming together! I feel normal for once, and my kids don't seem to be acting out, yet. 2 yr old keeps asking "where's bad daddy?" it breaks my heart. I didn't call him that, did I? I strive never say anything bad or disrespectful around any of them. I just said he's sick, and getting treatment. I know he doesn't understand, but it hurts just the same. I hope he doesn't remember any of this later in life. Well, off to work for me!!!!



