Monday, November 2, 2015

19 hours 22 minutes. But whose counting...



Tomorrow's the day. No one is going with me. Long story. Don't feel like sharing it. I took the day off from work. My boss was gracious enough to cover my calls and do a visit for me. Tomorrow's hearing will be the start to a potentially long trudge through mud. The judge may not even decide tomorrow if she accepts the change to the case plan. The judge may give her more time. 

Today has been really rough. A new worker in her preschool asked if she had a visit today. In front of Bug. She didn't know any better. I was back to pick her up by 1130. My patience is worn thin as my thoughts are like a tornado in my head about tomorrow. I want what is best for Bug. What's best for Bug is to reunify with her biological parent. She needs to be with the person she has formed that crucial attachment to. Unfortunately, that person is unable to put her own needs aside right now. 


So here we are. Hours away from a pivotal point in her state custody. I'm a nervous wreck. An emotional wreck. Stay tuned.... 


-K 






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