"families and social workers to get to know each other in a relaxed and
casual atmosphere."
We went armed with our homestudy and a "family photo page" looking forward to introducing ourselves to the men and women who will hold the number of our family members and our future in their hands.
Full of hope and all smiles we hold hands as the elevator moves up...... ding, the doors open and we enter bedlam. Sardines. Rows and rows of sweaty nervous people lined themselves up to try and make an impression, any impression on a social worker. DH does NOT do well under these circumstances, by the time we would get to the front of the line he's disappeared and I usually find him gasping for air out in the hall with flyers of available children clasped to his chest.
Running for your classes. Job Fairs. You get the drift.
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We've planned on going to some of these fairs but my husband said just can't handle it. I was relieved, though, I don't know if I could handle it myself.
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