In exactly 27 days we will celebrate our first Gotcha Day.? I laid in bed last night and couldn’t believe that it has been a whole year.? This time last year I was just pulling my self out of a major funk from not getting our court date and recovering from the death of my Great Grandfather.? (I just spent the last 30 minutes reading my entire archive from August 2006.? I may or may not have cried through the whole thing.? I won’t admit it)
For 2 years we lived in major upheaval.? Waiting, running around, disappointment.? It was enough to drive even the calmest person insane.? One thorn in my ass stood out… our social worker.? On the phone to my mother one day I called him a Fuck-nut.? That bad.? I’ve bitched about him here and other places.
So with that looming Gotcha Day comes the one year post placement report.? Being the responsible adopter and friend to many of those still in the process and waiting reaccreditation, I scheduled my appointment.? Our PPR had to be dated August 4th and yesterday it arrived in the mail.? So today I have to make the trek to Olympia for the apostille.? Oh how I hate the Secretary of State’s office.
Something is different about this go around with The Tool.? Sure, he called about 20 minutes before he was supposed to show up at our house to confirm that we were still on, but that was it.? He didn’t charge us more than he charged Kathou & Paypay.? He was on time.? He sent us the rough draft and actually made the changes that the trusty husband suggested.? The notary is on the right date and he spelled the boy’s Russian name correctly.? What the hell?? I have nothing to complain about.? That’s just not right.? It is almost enough for me to say that if we ever adopt again we would consider using him again.? Then again I think about the time that he refused to change a very sensitive letter and I had to write it myself.? Then I realize what a dumbass he really is.