Ang - Day 3

Last night I had a true radical honesty challenge. The proverbial excrement hit the ceiling fan last night in the lives of some folks we know. I found myself on back-to-back phone calls with opposing parties aware that the possibility exists (a) that anything I said would be used against me, (b) manipulation was a strong possibility, and (c) I had voluntarily put myself in the middle of something I didn't want to be in the middle of. What do to? Be honest...but not quite radically honest. I didn't lie. I answered the questions that were presented to me honestly. I didn't leave much out (lying by omission) but I wasn't radically honest. So, failure one for Angela. 

Work today was uneventful. Lots of copywriting and editing and answering emails and writing emails. Fun. No temptation to lie, but also no opportunity to tell folks how I REALLY feel. 

Today at four we had the third interview for our foster care license. Lots of questions about discipline, if we will take children of other ethnicities, how we disagree; lots of measuring of rooms and testing of smoke detectors and getting the temperature of the hot water. Some more questions about our lifestyle. Will we feed the children meat and milk, and if so, will it be safe (i.e. not from our farm but from the STORE)? What is our plan for monitoring kids around the electric fence? A recommendation to store the hookah because "little kids won't know it is a hookah but they might think that it is just a big, pretty, expensive bong". Recommendations to lock the medicines and lock the power tools. No lies. No half-truths. 

Oh, I want this to get exciting. But do I?