I just wanna throw this all down in one place for my own sanity and posterity so I remember what a fucking WARRIOR I was during the fight of my life.
This month, the following people will be visiting my home as we prepare for the November hearing and continue to provide service’s for the little one’s drug exposure in utero:
- County Social Worker, a new CSW because the other broke up with us via text (well, she left DCFS, but it felt like a breakup after everything we’ve been through together!). Am I nervous about this considering how close we are to the hearing? YUP! Is there anything I can do about it. NOPE! But I’ll be damned if this delays the process further.
- FFA Social Worker x 2
- Occupational Therapist x 2
- Speech Therapist x 4. This is the latest service we’ll be trying. I must say I’m v excited to start having chats with LO so this one I am actually looking forward to!
- Representative from LO’s attorney
- Adoption Specialist. She will do a home inspection and observe my relationship with LO to make her recommendation to the court re: his permanency plan. Of all the many visitors we’ve had over the past 2 years, she’s the one I’m most anxious about. Gotta nail down my housekeeper/life partner stat (see previous post).
Of course, with each of these visits I have to frantically clean my house so as to appear like a high-functioning, capable adult mother and not an anxiety-riddled goofball solo-juggling an emotional toddler, full-time career, 3 hours of visitation/week, doctor’s appointments, therapy (mine), diet, exercise, and a partridge in a pear tree.
Cleaning up after a toddler is most equatable to the saga of Sisyphus. You throw every book, animal, puzzle piece, and shitty plastic toy into a bin only to find it’s all been dumped out again. Do you know how many times a child can do this?
Anywhooo, thank you all so much for the support. If I haven’t responded to you, please see above (or take the hint that I’m just not that into you, lolj/klylas).
I just finished reading Glennon Doyle’s book Untamed and so I’ll leave with this:
We. Can. Do. Hard. Things.
All the Single Mommies 