I listed Sandy’s hobbies as dancing and animal books.
Did I just tell the homestudy guy that Clementine’s hobbies are puppets and bread?
I take full responsibility for my blood pressure and how I respond to stress. I chose foster care. I just choose to bitch about it sometimes too. Any research out there that supports blogging reduces foster parent blood pressure? ;)
If I don’t call back will he just not show up? There could be so many reasons that I would have missed his message.
Just got a “call me back and let me know if you’re home” message from the person doing Clementine’s home study.
YES, I’m home!!! Of course I’m home, we have this thing called AN APPOINTMENT. You’re coming over to do one of the most important interview’s of my life! I’m not playing golf. And how many confirmations is it going to take to get you here? I’m betting at least 3 more.
In person I’m quick to say that my job has the same phone calling problem as foster care (and now early intervention). Like foster care, we have parents in addition to the individuals we serve (I work in a day program with adults with intellectual disabilities) And sometimes we have 6 different people call a parent within an hour about something. We too have case workers who develop relationships with the families and coordinate everything, so having additional people call is, in my book, not cool. It’s some sort of always growing competition to create documentation to cover your ass (CYA) aka- a non-profit plague. I tend to flip-out sort of like this
"Bernice called Jose’s mom already, I was just there." But we want the psychologist to call too. "She doesn’t know me, and didn’t you just speak to her as well? Oh my gosh, if 10 people are calling me 40 years from now to tell me that Clementine stole someone’s lunch from the closet I will go freaking postal. Please, please tell me I won’t still be getting all of these calls in 40 years. Wait, what? A MEETING?! About a sandwich?! You know Jose’s mom works right? You know that she’s been going to 40 YEARS of meetings about Jose stealing sandwiches and that’s why HE’S IN OUR PROGRAM. Oh MY GOD if I’m going to meetings 40 years from now about Clementine stealing sandwiches I am looking up and finding each of you assholes (always said in genuine love) and bringing each and everyone one of you to each and every fucking meeting".
Soooo, my physician wants to put me on blood pressure medicine. I’m perfectly healthy except for something like 180/110- or, uhm, higher. Even manually. Even when hanging out with nurse friends on a Sunday afternoon.
I’m within appropriate BMI, I don’t eat great but I don’t eat fast food or a whole lot of processed food. He asked me if I’m stressed. Foster care came to mind but so did “We’re in New York, right? Isn’t stress a prerequisite?” Also, it doesn’t help that for the past several month my job has expanded and now “Crisis Team” is in my title. Yet, oddly, 300 pound men with autism* jumping off moving buses and across highway traffic and disappearing only to be found because they’re punching people in the face in IKEA - doesn’t really stress me out that much. 5 years of crazy foster care phone calls does. And now the Early Intervention (EI) people. I swear to God they must get ski ball tickets shooting out of their damn phone for every call they make- even if there’s only 5 minutes between calls. You know when people call like that? When someone has DIED. Or, if you’re 16-24 and your willing to risk death because you’re in love and not yet hormonally balanced.If I don’t answer the first time it might be because I’m negotiating with IKEA to turn their lights and music off for 5 measly minutes and for someone to get me a purple soda so I can get a man back on a bus. I WILL call you back.
*totally false example not related to my job because I’d like to keep my job. But purple soda does solve 90% of my work problems.
The lady at PS XX (school) was hilarious. She kept giving me statements starting with “I never met a foster parent who”. One was votes (because I said I vote at that school). One was asks for a school supply list and another asks about uniforms (she said they always end up giving free uniforms, school supplies). Also about if kids need to bring lunch. — Text from Runfostermama
Runfostermama just got a call that her home is open (aka licensed) as soon as she goes to the office to sign the homestudy.
The foster agency sent Runfostermama a mass email
"Fwd: Major NYC Foster Parent Recruitment Event - Urgent"
This, from the agency that still hasn’t completed her foster parent licensure event though it’s been OVER A YEAR. And she’s the one who has pushed. She knows of 2 completed MAPP classes of students still waiting for a call back.
It’s a good thing Runfostermama is so sane.
Oh, and the email contains a hundred + personal email addresses in it. Probably one of the reasons foster agencies are so afraid of email because they cat trust their workers not to so something like that.
It looks like they also spammed yahoo groups: Queensfreecycle anyone? BlackSingleChristians, brooklynhomeschoolers, lots of LGBT groups and someone with an email account “crazyitch”.
I’m not saying I have a better way, just a good laugh for the morning.
As it always happens, Asia takes care of our sorry selves and then gets sick a few days later. She’s the best- and I feel bad. Do they make hallmark cards for when you pass your stomach virus’ on to your babysitter?
(*yes, she has unlimited and highly encouraged paid sick, personal, vacation days)
I am so pathetic when I get sick like this. It’s the only time I second guess becoming a single parent- especially up here in NY and not back home with some family to help.
Thanks to Meret, Logan and of course Asia for keeping us afloat. The girls are fine, I’m pretty sure they think barfing is hilarious which makes keeping up with them, and keeping my own cookies down completely impossible alone.
Made it to work today. I’m thinking it’ll be pretty restful.
I cannot believe we are all puking again. Such a nightmare.
Asia just text this with the message “I’m not even going to tell you what happened.”
And I’m not going to ask!