It's all about the chickren...

And it always has.. For me anyway!

This is what I got told today in less then those words during my briefing. I have no problem what so ever about it being about the boys. But I have a problem when it comes to responsibility.

If I gave you a frozen chicken.... Would you know what to do with it? (I know a few people that couldn't.. Simply). Of course you would put it in the freezer and get it out for another time. But if that frozen chicken, lets say.. Needed to be medicated twice a day.. Be taken out of that freezer a few times for it to survive as a frozen chicken.. And maybe you would hear it having a ice attack a few times while it was in the cold box... Would you freak out? Would you deal with it? (Yes yes... I can imagine what your picturing here and it is funny... And life is meant to be funny.. Otherwise we would be dead)..

This is what my fears are. I've had this frozen chicken for years now. Battles the cold and the heat, ups and downs, appointments to numerous special chicken doctors... Alone. Ok... Maybe three times.. Or no more then counting on one hand!

So how could I feel passing on this responsibility to someone who really has no idea... What a frozen chicken actually is?? Especially one that requires all this extra "stuffing"!

This is what I will be planning on over the weekend. The best strategy for Chicken to see Rooster because he (has/needs/wants/made)..to.

Poor J doesn't even know this Rooster! If I was placed in someone I hardly knows arms... I'd freak the hell out.

Maybe this won't be so bad.. Maybe all of this is just worse case... But I do know that it's not a usual situation so there will be changes made and it won't be any standard arrangement. It's about the children.

TNT

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