Interview...check.

I had my individual interview today with the social worker. I was nervous, but it went just fine. It was actually really nice to sum up my life into an hour and a half. When else do we have a chance to do that? To really talk about the challenges and the triumphs, the dark clouds and the silver linings? It's J's turn next week, and then it's just a waiting game with a lot of paperwork thrown in. Phew!

Wild Goose - er, I mean Paper - Chase

Wow. We're in the midst of the Home Study now. And I'm being reminded on a daily basis how much I despise paperwork! Today's example is as follows:

I was told by our social worker that we need to be fingerprinted by both local and federal agencies. She said we could get started doing the local finger prints now, the federal ones come later in the process. Today I waited at the police station for half an hour after being told that the finger printing guy was "really backed up." I finally left because I had another meeting and left the guy a message asking if I could make an appointment to come back another time. He called me back a few minutes later asking if i was there, and I told him I'd already left. He said no one told him anyone was waiting. (There was actually another person waiting longer than I was.)

He said to come back at 11:15 today, so I did. I found him waiting for me in the police station lobby. He took me up an elevator to a room with a table on which all of his finger printing supplies were laid. As I wrote my check, he asked me how many copies I needed. Not knowing the answer to this, I called our agency to ask. What they told me was that I did not need to be finger printed by a local agency for an international adoption. ARGH. I apologized to the guy and went out to my car to find a parking ticket on the dash. The meter I parked at was broken, but I guess the meter maid didn't register that.

But somehow I'm not upset. As Jonathan said today, "It's all for the best of causes." He's right. We will plod ahead.