Zip it Chatty Cathy.

today was a loooooong day of training. but now we have 2 of 3 days done. there is a couple in the class that are kinship foster, which means, they are trying to get custody of children they know. these particular children are their grandchildren. the more they talk the less the rest of us have to wonder how their kids landed in foster care. and every fleeting THOUGHT that goes through their mind is outwardly expressed. at one point she cut off one of the facilitators in the middle of a sentence to tell us all about a movie she'd seen about a foster kid. complete with EVERY detail from beginning to end regardless of the fact it was a fiction movie!!!! at the end of the day we were supposed to come up with 5 good house rules. granted, they won't be used in EVERY home, they were just trying to give us a foundation of what our expectations should be directed towards. we had already gone through an HOUR of how we should stick to a schedule. so we don't need to make 1 of our 5 rules bedtime, or dinner time etc. but chatty cathy over there decides she'd pipe in AGAIN. for some reason the facilitators just let her talk. i'm not sure if they just enjoy her stale smoker's breath or if everyone is just too tired at the end of 2 intense days to cut her off. she began telling us how she thinks a rule should be that they have dinner EVERY night at 6:00. (regardless of the fact that we were just told these rules have to be rules that we are going to be able to abide by ourselves so that the kids learn consistancy and to stick to rules.) i could tell we were about to listen to another 10 minutes of why this would be a good rule. finally i took it for the team and piped up "i don't think we need to make that a rule since we've just established that would fall into the schedule." you could FEEL the sigh of relief from the rest of the class. chatty cathy got my drift. thank GOD it was the end of the day and that we have 3 weeks apart before day 3.