I came home from vacation to a crazy foster care voicemail so I’m going to start bitching again. But before that, let me pause and say that the case worker Sandy’s had for the past year (her 3rd) is really awesome. I should say that more often. She’s a totally rational, normal and smart human being who does her job exceptionally.
She did send me some crazy text messages (Sandy’s coat smells like tar from a construction site) but I worked on seeing it from her perspective that she needs to show that she’s documenting and following up on all of mom’s concerns.
Also, I really like Clementine’s new case worker. She seems totally capable and rational.
Runfostermama got her homestudy done. She should be licensed any day now and allegedly Clementine’s siblings will be moved to her at the end of March. We’ll see!
By the way, that wasn’t any ominous reference to a recent fatality in care. Was just my random, pessimistic thought of the moment!
You couldn’t pay me a million dollars to be medical director of a foster agency. That sounds like scariest job in the world. We all know that kids die. It happens. So it’s just a matter of time before dread turns to feeling like shit.
Right now there’s hotel laundry room staff with a pool towel saying “Did someone fucking roll around in a chicken sandwich??”
Yes they did. And Clementine says she’s sorry.