The social worker called today at around 2pm. She apologised for not being in touch sooner but her son was ill and she only came back in today, ok so maybe i was a little synical yesterday in thinking she was avoiding us. It's amazing how the human brain starts churning thoughts when you want something to happen so badly.
She wouldn’t go into any detail on the phone regarding the problems, but was a little more reassuring than her manager; she said that there was nothing to worry about, just some further information required, and clarification on other matters.
Ok so I can now breathe again and even better to avoid us waiting and prolonging the agony any more she can fit us in for the second initial home visit next Thursday. In my head, the little voices are screaming another week that's another whole week, but in reality I understand that they are understaffed and overworked, so a week is fantastic. Surely this can only help me learn to be more patient for the rest of the process.
The countdown begins again; these little countdowns make it a bit easier. We are taking this process step by step, instead of standing back and looking at the process as a whole or such a long period of time.
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