So, we got the dreaded pink slip from our immigration services that is asking for us to correct an item or two from the paperwork we submitted.
Drat!!
Just plain DRAT!!!
Then, I discover that our social worker retired in May. I wish the agency had informed us so we had a clue. We need help from the social worker to right the wrongs in our paperwork. So, at least we get to meet said *new* social worker before our required post-placement visits.
Sigh.
At least I know that none of this was a surprise to my Father. I am going swimming again. Yep, it's high time for another dip in the pool of grace and faith and hope.
Tell me again that there really is a little person waiting on the other side of all this red tape...er, maybe it's a Red Thread.
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