Today we had our initial home study visit. I love our social worker. Is that normal?
We, in our usual wait-to-the-last-minute-because-that-is-how-we-roll style, were up late last night, attempting to make our house presentable. HA!
Our social worker was due at 9:45 a.m. My Aunt agreed to watch our children and so she came at 9:00 a.m., along with my 2 nephews, to pick them up. All between 9:20 a.m. and 9:30 a.m., Reed packed the kids’ bags, dressed the boys and transferred my nephews’ car seats from my Aunt’s vehicle to mine, because I drive a van-wanna-be, that can fit 5 car seats in the back! Reed had still not showered and the dishes never got done, but all children had exited safe and sound without much damage.
My Aunt drove away and bravely took all 5 children out for breakfast and visited Cabella’s. Because that is what us Michigan folk do around here in the winter months.
As I was frantically trying to take care of the clothes that piled my dresser, our SW pulled in our driveway.
I gave up.
With dirty dishes in the sink, clothes scattered across my made (hardly ever happens) bed, a disastrous laundry room, crumbs on my kitchen floor, frizzy hair and an un-showered blessing of a husband… we joyfully completed our initial home study visit!
Here we come ‘Beatrice’!
I can’t help but wonder if we should send her a warning about what she is in for around here?