…and the rest is history

I know it already–I’m going to be one of those annoying amoms that the poor people at the agency are going to match up fast just to get me off their phones and out of their hair. It’s been eating me up all week–when the hell are they going to call me? Huh? Huh? So, after a bit of waffling, I called the agency with some questions that hopefully didn’t make me sound as desperate as I really was:

1. Do my notarized documents need the stamp (’cause some have them and some don’t, depending on who notarized them)?
2. What’s the timeline I can expect (Sniffle, sniffle…I’ve waited soooo long. Give me my baaaaaaby…sniffle, sniffle)
3. Did you get my application? Did you? Did you?

Thankfully, I didn’t have to ask that last question, since when I told the receptionist who I was, she put me on hold and put me on the line with my…gasp…social worker. You know what that means. Yup. We’ve set a date for the first home study visit.

A couple cool facts: We only have two home study visits–one at the agency’s office and one in our home, of course. They’re long ass meetings, but I can handle it if there are only two. Plus, I did some nifty scheduling and managed to get it on a Friday, giving me a long weekend to obsess alone about what a horrible impression I’ll be sure to make. The other fact is that although, yes, I do need a smoke detector in every bedroom even though that means there will be four of them less than 10 apart, I will not need to put up handrails on my railing-free basement stairs. Yes, I’d love them there, but I’d rather do it right when we have the cash to remodel than just hobble something together now, knowing we’ll have to demolish later. Besides, I’ve perfected running up and down with loaded laundry baskets and a dog underfoot. I certainly wouldn’t want to get soft, would I?

Dear social worker also told me he’ll do the home study as fast as we can get the paperwork to him, so I’ve been a paperwork fiend today. It’s giving me a big, fat eyelid twitch, but I’ve managed to (twitch) send out the 12 (twitch, twitch) police clearance forms, ask my friendliest friend at work to write a reference letter and get more notarizing (twitch, twitch, twitch) done.