02 January 2007

Gun-jumping

OK, I know I'm supposed to have a home for the social worker to study, but I just can't stand waiting one more day to start my home study. I may be jumping the gun, but so be it.

I just stuffed a big ol' envelope full of lots of forms I completed and signed, and a big fat check, and mailed it off to my home study agency. woo hoo!!

By the time they assign me a social worker, I should be in the new casa. But just barely. Our first interview may take place amongst the chaos of the move ("here is where the child's room will be... kindly disregard the 4,000 boxes of books, the dog crate, cans of paint, and the patio furniture...")

Hoping the SW can look beyond that.

7 comments:

Special K said...

I think you should be fine if you have a good SW. My soon-to-be nursery is just a huge mess of boxes and junk right now and she understood. They just want to get to know YOU not really your house. YKWIM? I did question why she wanted me to hang emergency phone #'s and a fire escape plan on the frig for the baby who wouldn't be home for 1+ yrs and who won't be able to read or speak when she does get here. LOL!

Deb said...

I'm sure the SW will overlook it.
I'm so excited that you are finally on your way. WooHoo! Sprout is coming soon.

Maggie said...

Your first interview may not be in your home, anyway. In my state we have to do three separate visits. Both agencies I've completed home studies with did two visits in office and one visit at my house.

C's Mom said...

They can....a good SW doesn't get wadded up about such things :0)

Clare Carver said...

congrats on the kick off.. not gun jumping just starting : ) xoxo c

Headmeister said...

Yeah, my SW was a godless Nazi. I couldn't wait to be rid of her. She made comments on every part of our house, but amusingly, she had nothing to say about the tons of random stuff in the 11x8 room that will one day be the nursery. So don't worry about a thing :)

ferenge mama said...

Damn, i hope i don't get a godless Nazi.

but if even SHE could look beyond the crap-pile, maybe i'm in better shape than i thought...