Our final appointment for our Home Study is tomorrow. Our wonderful social worker, Kirsten, will be walking through our home and doing whatever it is she needs to do for the completion and approval of our homestudy. I am freaking out. In Illinois, you have to be a certified Foster Parent in order to adopt, so the stipulations for our approval require a lot more than what we are actually needing approval for. We have
I love getting mail. I know, it is nearly a lost art. Everyone got the memo on that except Bed, Bath and Beyond and the Rockford Weekly. The best and worst part is when someone says that they are sending you something. I literally am drooling at the thought of opening my mailbox to a handwritten envelope or a return address that I recognize. That is the best part. The worst is the waiting. It feels like this past mon
We are in the System. I kind of thought that this process would be a little more 24/Law & Order/Matrix-y. But it is much more like DMVish/Dark and Smelly Office/Creepy People-y. Either way, I still feel kind of cool.
I have realized three things this week. Adoption requires many trees. or recycled paper. which used to be trees. so, sticking with original tree thought. Thank goodness I have a thing for 3 ring binders. You just can’t have enough of those around your house. I have really bad handwriting. I used to say that it could be compared to the handwriting of a 12 year old boy, but I am retracting that. I feel like a 12