annieology

Tuesday we have people coming over to see if our home is a suitable home in which to place children for adoption.  The children they are seeking to place in our home for adoption HAVE LIVED HERE FOR FIVE YEARS.  The very same children THEY, who are coming, gave us legal custody of.

Yes, that’s right, your tax payments at work.  They are coming to decide if we can parent children that THEY dropped off here, and have left here for five years.  Maybe I’m stupid but if they aren’t certain by now what will a two hour interview by a total stranger will do.  Especially since this person asked that all the children be cleared from the premises so as not to delay her from her busy schedule.

Here’s a thought, and again, I have no letters after my name….maybe if you would look at our file, see that 40 people have been in and out of our home over the past five years, we’ve had the same kids, no newbies whatsoever, AND we have LEGAL custody.  You could just, I don’t know, sign over your rights to the kids.  Save us all a LOT of time and energy.

Also, I have to take the pictures of my home.  You know what I did, I took the pile off the counter, put it on the table, then took the counter top pictures, put it all back on the counter and took the dining room pictures.  Very accurate depiction of my home.  Idiots.

Also, 1 hour photo, not so much in existence anymore.  “maybe afternoon tomorrow”.

Yes, I’ve known about this, but as you’ll remember we’ve been on vacation.  She called the Monday before we left, didn’t leave us much time to to all of this, I mean after the housekeeper got it clean and all.

Plus, those children who aren’t supposed to be here, have been here.  Constantly, so I don’t know if you know this, it’s really hard to get lengthy gov’ment type paperwork done when children are upset because they aren’t “number one” on a Wii game they have never played.  Really, I think whomever invented public school is a freakin’ genius.

Anyway, I have to go and find the declaration page to all of our insurance forms.  Surprised that I don’t have them in one convenient location?  Sure you are.  Plus birth certificates, marriage license, divorce papers, and social security cards.  Not like they don’t already HAVE all of this.  Just not in “this” file.

Complete freakin’ idiots.

They didn’t ask for information on the dog, but what do you bet, they need information on the dog?

Of course, you know how this will look to the new person just assigned this case.  That we don’t have OUR act together.

Guess how much I care.

And it never ends, I must go and unfreeze Boog, because Felpsy froze him and then went to Tae Kwon Do, and now he’s stuck in his room.

We are not going to court on Monday.  We are not adopting the children on Monday.  Our case has been moved to a different court.  And thank God Almighty I happened to get a phone call from CPS informing me that they were not allowing us to do so because our freakin’ attorney had no clue.

No clue to case had been kicked to a different court.  No clue that there is a different date already scheduled.  No clue what that date is.  No clue as to whose responsibility it is to sign off on the position the department holds on the children.

I so freakin hope she tries to charge us for all the paperwork that she has filed with the old court on a case that no longer resides there.  To top it off a tiny bit, the County Attorney that was dealing with our attorney on this matter didn’t inform her that she was not longer the attorney assigned to the case, since the case she was working on (the termination) was closed and the adoption is a new case and not her department.

Did I mention that I’ve already booked our Christmas vacation?  Under the childrens “to be known as” names.  Because up until an hour ago, Monday was a done deal.  Did I mention that we don’t have permission to take the kids out of state and that the last time we attempted to get permission to take the kids out of state, it took them seven months to approve our request?

So are we supposed to ever get these kids?  If not, please take them now, this is fucking torture.

Good News….

June is here, menus have been planned.  Lists have been made.  Laundry has been done.  Chores have been assigned.  Activities have been planned. Desks have been cleared. Vacation is booked. Vacation is paid for.

Bad News…..

June is a stick in the mud.  She hates blogging, and in general hates people.

Good News….

Tomorrow is Friday!

Bad News….

Fall Festivals, Trick or Treating, Candy. Candy. Candy.

Good News…..

Fall back.

Bad News….

Spring forward.

Good News….

Payday.  Bills paid. Budget works.

There is no bad to that.

Good News….

If all goes well we will be adopting the kids on Friday.

Bad News…

We have not heard from CPS.  We have not heard from our attorney.  Our paralegal has been trying to get us to commit to a parenting plan with Mama, even though we had a meeting in far far away where this very thing was discussed and our attorney told us not to commit to anything rather work it out amongst ourselves like big girls.  If we go down there and there are particulars regarding the parenting plan that we don’t agree on, it will be a wasted trip, because we won’t adopt kids with a plan that we don’t agree with.  This whole thing sucks.  Sucks much. Instead of celebrating the addition to our family.  We are ironing out particulars and the whole thing just sucks.  And it has sucked the joy out of the whole event.

Good News…

On Monday there might be pictures.  Woot!