we met with social services. . .

and I'm still smiling.

We meet with the social worker yesterday. This will be our third, yes third, homestudy we have done in an attempt to adopt. She heaved a thick folder into our laps and stated that we need to have all the forms filled out pronto.

We have three sets of fingerprints, which will bring my grand total to ten. I will have been fingerprinted ten times, so I guess that robbery I was planning is out of the question. See's Candy, you lucked out.

We will also have a foster parent class (that should be twelve hours of pure brilliance) and a CPR class to take. We have a billion forms to fill out and questions to answer to the best of our ability. We have two more personal interviews wherein we will sit directly in front of our doey eyed social worker and she speak in a soft, caring voice and ask all sorts of personal questions and pry into the neather reaches of our relationship. She will intermittently jot down notes on what kind of people she deems us to be and I will most likely have drink Pepto directly from the bottle before the interview is complete. We also have the home visit which will be a treat in and of itself.


Here's the good news.


I'm getting a baby. Did I tell you that? At the bottom of this massive stack of paperwork is a baby girl. And I can't wait.

I'm not sure how I'm going to make it through all this with my melon brain, but I'm going to give it my all. I'm going underground for a few weeks. My nose is to the grindstone. My shoulder is to the wheel. I'm burning the midnight oil.


I found this anonymous quote and it made me feel so much better about my current mental state.


“Some people think only intellect counts: knowing how to solve problems, knowing how to get by, knowing how to identify an advantage and seize it. But the functions of intellect are insufficient without courage, love, friendship, compassion and empathy.”