Arrgh.

I'm frustrated. For some, spring break truly means a time of relaxing, traveling, so on and so forth. This year, for me, it's meant time to sit and fester. Fester, fester, fester... rot, rot, rot. My pizza t-shirt isn't even helping me out. Sigh.

So I dig our social worker. She is truly a lovely woman. Very compassionate, kind, warm. It's just that she isn't so much always, well, on the ball. And I'm more like the woman who was ready to be a mother a while back and wants all the paperwork done, well, NOW.

Due to the physical distance between us (2 hours driving), our meetings have to be a couple weeks apart. Our next scheduled interview is set for next Saturday (in April). The plan was to attend the CORE training and meet with her afterwards. That was the plan. As a side note, part of another plan at our last meeting with her (last Saturday) was for her to turn in the majority of our home study paperwork to our adoption consultant in Denver ("we're meeting on Monday, after all. It makes sense for me to drop it off. Just-hand-it-to-me."). She basically insisted. Monday night I wrote a huge arse email to our adoption consultant in order to verify all the paperwork she should have received that day. Apparently she never received it. And who ends up looking like the irresponsible one? I fear it might be me. I had, after all, been advised to just send it all in one big packet her direction. And here I was, handing that paperwork over to someone else.

So anyway (venting can be SO much fun!), I was told by our adoption consultant that she spoke via phone to our social worker and asked for that paperwork to be mailed to her pronto. Hopefully it will be in the Denver office soon.

You thought it was over? Oh, no. So far from being over. Big breath. Monday night I also sent a different huge arse email to our social worker- it included guardianship information, our letter of intent, and some other stuff. I'm assuming she received it, but I have yet to get word from her. On Wednesday, when I hadn't received a response, I thought she might be mad at me due to the whole "paperwork ordeal." I tried to brush it off. But then yesterday I received a forwarded email from her that said (in the forward part, mind you) the CORE training had been canceled for next Saturday. That's all it said. And I'm all "what the." Hello! Hello? THIS training is muy importante! I don't know how many other states in the U.S. have to do this, but Colorado requires 24 hours of specific parenting education prior to dossier send-off. This weekend training we were to have taken would have shaved off 12 hours. And then we'd only have a half hour left. A half hour. Just think. Two days ago I was pondering how we could surly find something to take care of that half hour within the next month. But now, in the slip of an e-mail, we are now back up to 12 and a half hours. Why such a big deal? Well- one of the negative perks to living far away from big cities is that training like this is nearly impossible to find. Nearly impossible. So this training for next Saturday was pretty big deal for us. And how do we find out about it? In a freaking forward email. With no personal message. What about our scheduled meeting? Is that ALSO canceled?

Wow. This is a long one. I think I'll sign off for now. I finally decided to pick up the phone in order to call our agency in hopes that someone will remind me to breath. That it will all be okay. That, surprise! we actually have all the paperwork- including the paperwork that Courtney and Jason didn't actually do- but that our little helper cat put together in secret. Now wouldn't that be right on?