Seven weeks

Where I work it is expected that you call people back in a reasonable time.  I believe within 24 hours, or 1 work day is reasonable.

Apparently in foster care that is not what happens.  Neither of our calls yesterday to our case worker or our legal liaison were returned.  If you have 105 foster families with your agency and you have two case workers (which would be less than I guess they have) each case worker would have 52 families.  If each of these families called once a week you would have 10 calls a day to make.  Reality is we call once every 3 weeks or so and if that is average then a case worker has 3 calls to make a day.  Point is... return my call!  I'm just not comfortable that the visits seem a bit contrary to what our court papers say.

We finished another great week of school.  Every day the girls respond better and better to being dropped off and picked up.  Bug's reports every day are that she is a happy kid, but today one of her teachers asked about the dynamics between the girls.  Now that she is comfortable a bit of her spunk is starting to show.  When she wants or doesn't want something she lets it known.  Apparently she has even started to swing when she doesn't want something.  We don't tolerate that at home and it is nice that school is also not allowing such actions.  She tends to really want to fight getting in or out of the car (depending if she wants to go or stay) or when you try to remove her from her high chair.  She also gets feisty when she can't figure something out, like when she knows where the letter "I" goes in her puzzle but it doesn't fit (has to be flipped upside down as it is not symetrical).

The evening today went quickly again.  Squirrel managed to create a meltdown or two... like when the baseball bat was taken away when Sissy whacked Bug in the head, but that is to be expected.  After I got home we ran to the running store to register for tomorrow's races and the girls were terrible in there so we drug them out (I had to put Bug under my arm and hold tight), but we then decided to go for tacos (becoming a Friday tradition).  Neither girl wanted to stop eating!  After tacos it was baths and bed.

Weekdays are so much easier now that we have help with daycare.