My caseworker for the foster parent approval process will be on my door step within the hour and I’m a bundle of nerves. This is truly worse than the pre-date jitters that I suffered from in high school. I hope that I don’t greet her at the door with, “Just approve me already, okay?!”
Let me know what happens.
For true Rocky Horror effect, this post could have been entitled “Antici….”
Soooo… how did it go???