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Night and Day.

This is basically a continuation of yesterday’s blog.

So, yesterday my co-worker and I had to drive a bit of a distance to pick up three children in order to place them in a foster home.  We arrived at the designated meeting point about 3 minutes early.  The DHHR worker was at least 15 minutes late.  Go figure.

I can’t tell you how much my heart breaks for these three little ones.  Sometimes placements aren’t that difficult.  And I guess this placement wasn’t as difficult as just seeing the state of these kiddos.  First thing I noticed was the black eye of the 3 year old.  Then I noticed the big bumps and huge gash on the 2 year old’s head.  The little girl looked okay, but who knows.  The next thing I noticed was their stench.  These children smelled so terrible.  They were filty from head to toe and everywhere in between.  Snot and dried tears were caked on their little cheeks.  Their clothes were covered in dirt and who knows what else.  The doctor had said that they had bedbug bites, but to me the marks looked like a rash.

So, my coworker and I arrived back to the office around 730pm.  The foster mom and her mother were there already.  Foster dad was too good to come get the kids, I guess.

Side note: foster parents can be just as infuriating as birth parents.

We get the kids unloaded from our vehicle and the foster mom is like “we don’t have the car seats in yet.”  I go inside with the children to change their diapers.  All three were soaked and one had a poopy diaper.  Their clothes just — **shudder**.  So gross.  The foster mom FINALLY decided to start getting the car seats situated.  My coworker and I had to help her.  And of course rain started pouring down.  By the time everything was all said and done, my coworker and I were soaked, felt dirty, were dirty, and were exhausted.

I got home around 9pm.  I took a hot shower.  I’d like to say I went straight to bed (because that is what I really wanted to do).  After I got PJs on, my roommate and her boyfriend arrived home.  My roommate told me that a man came to the house asking about one of our vehicles.  He said that he’s been “checking it out” and that he’s been “looking around” the place.  CREEPED OUT!  So, I immediately call my boyfriend and tell him.  The guy left his number, but I couldn’t make out the last 4 digits.  I’m tempted to tell the police about the situation…  I locked the doors last night…

Today I got to work, brought my other coworker up to speed on the new children’s case because she will be their social worker.  I then went to do a home visit.  I swung by my house (which really is not at all “on the way”) before heading back to the office.  I got lost because I had never been that way home before and then I got stuck waiting for a train and I had to pee so bad because I had drank an extra large coffee from Sheetz and and and… Oh my goodness.  I just wanted to stay home and sleep!

Instead, I came back to the office and then went Wal-Mart shopping for the office.  Then me and three of my coworkers sat around talking about various families and their ability or lack thereof to be good parents…  I’ve been in the office for a total of 3 hours today at most.  I did manage to finish writing a home study (yay).

I’m going home now.  I may make myself an adult beverage.  Or I may just call it a night and go to bed…

Good day.

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Looking Back.

I don’t dwell (too) much on the past.  I yesterday I wasn’t so much dwelling as recounting how far I have come 0ver the past 9 years.

In May 2003 I moved to West Virginia.  Since that time I have had the same eye doctor.  Yesterday I had an eye exam.  My eye doctor is also my family members’ eye doctor.  She asked me how everyone was doing.

“Didn’t your sister have a baby?”
“Yeah, he’s a year old now.”
“How are your brothers?”
“Well, the one just joined the army and my youngest brother is still in college.”
“Weren’t you still in grad school the last time you were here?”
“I think I was out for a year at that point.  Maybe.”
“What was your degree in again?”
“Social Work.”
“Do you like being a social worker?”
“Well, it beats Wal-Mart.  Haha!  But yeah, over all I like it.”
“What kind of social work do you do?”
“I’m a foster care social worker.  I work for a nonprofit agency.”
“You probably see a lot of sad cases.”
“Yep.  I do.  Makes the kids cuter though.”

When I first moved to WV, I found a job cashiering for Wal-Mart (I think everyone should work for Wal-Mart for at leaslt 6 months of their lives).  During my employment there I attended college, got an Associate’s degree and a Bachelor’s degree.  From there I went on to grad school and got my Master of Social Work degree.

In 9 years I’ve gone from a Wal-Mart nobody (trust me, you feel like a nobody when you’re just a regular “associate”) to a Foster Care Social Worker.  I should be proud of myself.  🙂

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