Current Status: Living in a Subaru, Kids in foster care

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It's been a wild ride so far. I have three children. I had four briefly but the fourth died. Then their mother started to really melt down, CPS got involved, she was removed and received a ton of help from the state to recover and start a new life outside the home. Meanwhile, I was laid off at the end of the year in the whole AI bullshit push. I was the sole caregiver and sole income, and so I fell behind on rent. As soon as I knew the situation I asked the social worker to find a foster home for the children, and she worked with several Jewish organizations to find a good frum family in one of the major Jewish districts. They're Israeli, speak Hebrew, and are raising the children Jewish. They're not used to the routine but it's something they're thriving with. I love seeing them like this.

I'm now living in the Subaru I ended up in possession of with no payments after a bankruptcy, it needs some work and some maintenance but I loaded everything I could into it and now it's not terribly uncomfortable. I hang towels on the windows at night for privacy and to keep light out, but I might need to find something less obvious at some point. I have to park after 10 pm so I rarely get to bed before 11, and then I have to be up at 6 to avoid attention. I'm also running around in my kippah because, well, obviously, I'm Jewish, and also because nobody suspects the Jew in the Kippah of being a fucking bum.

I might spend the weekend working on the inside of the car to make it more livable without having to remove the children's seats. I still drive them around, I have full parental rights, they're just cared for by the foster mother. And she also has full parental rights.

The kids understand what's going on, too, and it breaks my heart, but they have fun with it, just like I taught them. Laugh in the face of the bad. 

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