Is now the time

…to start freaking out?

So it turns out that our affinity for accomplishing tasks and our slightly competitive nature has taken a hold of this whole foster care licensing bit. We like checklists and checklists like us, apparently!

Our class at the agency had a couple who were military and will need to deploy out of state within the year. All throughout classes, our trainer reminded all of us that the military family will be first to get the home study, first to get all consideration for placements, “first, first, first” so that they will have the opportunity to complete an adoption before they leave the state. No problem, God Bless the Troops, they should be first! Well, except, we accidentally ended up being first to get our homestudy. Oops.

There’s nothing left for us to do, we’re done. The rest is out of our hands.

The case worker will write up the homestudy…she’ll probably be done by this coming Thursday.

Then the director will review it…she’ll probably be done by the end of next week.

Then we meet with the intake coordinator to sign paperwork. Don’t know how busy she is for scheduling, but give or take, we think we will be licensed by the first week of March! Eek, it is time to start freaking out, yet?

Our homestudy went well, I guess. There was no eye rolling or “tsk, tsking” from the homestudy case worker. So I guess that means we passed. We made her laugh quite a few times (Drew a little more than me, but I did make her laugh. I can be funny. I am funny! Dammit.)

Oh, and guess who couldn’t remember what year we met! C’mon! Really? The funny part was while I told the case worker not only how we met, when we met, how long we talked on the phone/email before we met, and how long before we moved in together… with pinpoint accuracy (hello, ridiculous memory + spreadsheets)…I wasn’t even thinking she would ask those same questions of Drew. Because I answered them, and accurately at that! At some point, in answering a different question, I said, “Drew is not as detail-oriented as I am. She’s more of a big picture person.”

To save a little time, because the case worker had to get home to her babies, she began interviewing Drew over the phone while she drove home from work. I left the room, but because our house isn’t very large and the sound carries, and I heard the case worker ask Drew the same questions starting with:

Case worker: when did you two meet?

Drew: Uh…it was definitely June…was it 2006?…or 2007? Has it been 6 years or 7 years? Heh heh…uh, I don’t know, “Sam?”

Case worker: She’s not here.

Drew: Oh…it was June 2006, next.

So, I enjoyed that I was sorta, kinda eavesdropping on that one because it was cute that it didn’t really matter to Drew whether or not she knew the answer. It only mattered to her whether or not I was listening. I then decided I really shouldn’t be listening, and I turned some music on. The rest is a mystery! What is not a mystery? The year we met…2007…sorry babe!

And because we didn’t have enough to do, we planted a tree this weekend! Think of it as a physical representation of all our nesting!

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