Things have been crazy lately in terms of scheduling, even crazier than usual. After signing the adoption placement papers on Monday I didn't give much thought to how it would affect our schedule.
My foster agency social worker called me earlier today to ask if I still wanted to have our weekly meeting. I'm thinking yes, of course. She agreed that would be fine, and then went on to tell me it would be our last one because the youngster is no longer part of the foster care system. Wasn't expecting that. She's been my security blanket and I will miss our Wednesday meetings.
We're losing behavioral therapy services (long story, and if I think about it right now I'll get angry all over again) on Tuesday so that drops another three appointments a week.
I'm starting to think that after more than two and a half years of truly intense scheduling I might actually have a chance at a personal life again.
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