Happy 17

Well....the monthly post is here. Not even sure why I'm bothering to keep the blog up. I have really nothing to say, or if I do, I'm being too lazy to say it. I'm at 17 months, and I still have at least 24 more months to go....seems a bit ridiculous to keep counting, but I'm compelled to do it.

There is stuff happening. On Friday I have a meeting with my new Social Worker to do my homestudy update. My documents have expired, and my province, in their idiotic wisdom (nope, not bitter) has decided that we need to have things updated. This involves a visit from the SW, updated medicals and police checks and new reference letters. This is all likely no problem, but still causes stress. I have to ask my friends and family to redo the letters that they so kindly wrote 2 years ago. I'm sure they'll say the exact same things, because after all, I'm still the same person and they still support my adoption.

Why a new Social Worker, you may ask? My original guy, who I liked, wanted to charge me $1400.00 for this update. Ridiculous, considering that the original one cost $2000.00. I'm also going to have to do another update after this one expires, as there's no way that I'll get a referral before that happens. If I let the original SW do this, it'd add another almost $3000.00 to my adoption costs. I found another SW who is charging $400.00, which seems a much more reasonable price for a service which doesn't really involve that much work.

This is all insanely frustrating, and frankly, quite humiliating. I've already been approved by my province to adopt. Nothing has changed, yet they need to put me through this scrutiny again. Ah...if only I was a 16 year old crack addict....they'd do everything they could to make sure my child stayed with me, instead of encouraging an appropriate adoption placement with a healthy family. Isn't it an interesting world?