Growl

So, today, we were supposed to be hearing the result of the 9 o’clock meeting to determine whether we’d be getting the 10 month old twins, who are frankly pushing 11 months now. We received word at 8:30 that the meeting has been put off for another week while they work things out legally. We also were told that the other family in the running has been waiting for six months longer than we have, so as I said in the last post, that means that unless we are demonstrably a better match for the twins, all things being equal, they get the babies.

Oh well, what will be will be. If not these babies, then others will come our way. We’re still naturally optimistic people.

That Pollyannaish sentiment aside, I’m really growly at work right now. Heh heh heh.

Update on “Ring, Phone, Ring, Part 2”

So we got the phone call about the twins on Monday, and quickly said “yes.” We thought we’d hear back an update the next day, but our social worker only heard back that she’d get a response on Wednesday. Come Wednesday afternoon, we were told we’d hear something today. Not really expecting to hear anything today, we were pleasantly surprised to get an update of sorts.

Long story short: we have a week before we know whether we’re getting these twins or not.

They’re scheduling a “Staffing” which is a meeting where our social worker, another family’s social worker, and the twins’ two social workers (I did not ask if the twins had twin social workers, but that would be cute!) all get together, talk about them, talk about us, talk about this undoubtedly unworthy alternate family, and decide our fate. Apparently, if all things are equal, they decide based on which family has been waiting longest. No idea whether they’ve been waiting for a longer or shorter time than we have.

Also, no idea if it will ultimately be just one other family in the competition (hate to use that word as if it’s a game with children as the prize, but it’s appropriate to how it works).

So after next Thursday morning, we’ll get our real Ring, Phone, Ring call back, and see whether our lives have been turned upside down or not.

Ring, Phone, Ring, Part 2

It has been over four weeks since we got a phone call about children available for foster care, since it looked like we might be getting a newborn named Abraham. At the time, we consoled ourselves that it wasn’t meant to be, and the next time, surely, that would be the one for us. Over time, though, it began to get a little frustrating, even though logically we knew some day we’d get another call, patience was at a premium. This week, I’m on a tight deadline for the game I’m working on, so I consciously said on Monday, “This would be a bad time to be told there’s a baby available. I bet I get a call.”

And, of course, I did. Yesterday, five minutes before a big meeting, our social worker called to tell us about twins. A boy and a girl. Ten months old, currently in foster care but needing an adoptive home. I said yes, and then called Ian and said, “Twins. I said yes. I’ll give you the details later” as I rushed to the meeting. Bless him, he just said, “Okay, I’ll be waiting.”

Now we’re waiting again to see if we got accepted. Apparently, they’re collecting case files to see which family is most suitable. It may not be us.
On the novel front, really enjoying the latest rewrite. After the latest person came back and said he loved the book but was confused by the relationships between the (vast) cast of characters, I’m cutting with extreme prejudice and simplifying the relationships so they aren’t cousins and nephews and nieces of my main character, but direct descendents. What’s nice is that having fewer characters requires the characters who are there to do more, so they’re all getting richer and more interesting as I go.

So between that and the game, I’m keeping my myself busy while we wait for the call … Ring, phone, ring …