I suppose maybe I am impatient. Maybe I enjoy cooling my heals. Perhaps I just juggle all day long and am waiting for someone to throw me another ball. Could it be that I'm hard to please?
I don't think so.
Sunday night I emailed KK and Pickles' caseworker. I assumed I'd hear something by Tuesday. I'm not so naive as to think I'd get a response by Monday.
I phoned the caseworker as well as the person who certifies foster/adopt folks, on Wednesday morning.
I located the online class information and emailed the coordinator Wednesday evening.
And here I sit.
Is it just me, or shouldn't someone, somewhere in the human service division, be a little bit excited about a family who is willing and able to adopt older children from foster care?
Is it just me?
The silence from their end of the pond is not very comforting. Although, I have to admit, it's nice to know that nothing has changed since we were foster parents several years ago. The same old games, the same old power struggle.
Here I go, assuming again, but I am pretty sure that we'll hear from someone...someday...who will answer our avalanche of questions.
Until then, I guess I'll just wait in silence.
Or, I'll just moan and groan and possible seethe.