Not What I Meant

This was not what I meant when I said I felt like something was brewing with our adoption.

Today there was small bump in the road with our case worker that made my blood pressure rise in an angry sort of way and my eyebrows furl, then rise, in an "oh, no she di'int" sort of way. Fortunately, before I had the chance to organize my thoughts and rant a little here on my blog (or whip off a frustrated email to her boss), she called back to correct her mistaken claim. I won't go into the details, because it gets tedious if you are not the direct party involved, but suffice to say, we do NOT have to pay for a full home study (which costs more than twice as much as a home study update) as she suddenly insisted we did this morning. We do, however, have to double check behind our case worker from now on as it seems we know better how to do her job than she does, we know the agency's paperwork better than she does. And that is a shame. To add insult to injury, and in fulfillment of my prediction a few days ago, our home study was not approved this week and was instead returned to our case worker to be rewritten and resubmitted. It seems she did not complete it in the correct format. Imagine me shaking my head at this news right about here, not in surprise, mind you, but at the predictability of unsatisfactory service.

Josh was careful to get her to commit to having it resubmitted by next Friday and most likely approved within the following week. To safeguard my heart from disappointment and fury when this does not go as planned, I'll go ahead and lower my expectations again and count on the end of April instead. Imagine a Kimmie huff right about here.

Honestly, it's not like we're in some terrible hurry. It's just that waiting for and then accepting someone's poor work ethic and attention to basic details is hard for me to do. Especially when I am paying them.