Homevisit No Show

I once had a worker to forget about a homevisit but as soon as she noticed it on her calendar, she called to reschedule. This is the first time I've had someone to just not show up.

I kept The New Girl home from daycare so that her worker could come out and visit with her. They have yet to meet so it was to be both an introduction and a homevisit. She didn't call, or email, or show up. She did call in sick to her supervisor and the supervisor then called BabyBoy's worker and left her a message on her phone that was then replayed for me letting me know that The New Girl's worker couldn't make it out. Oh, and that the court date set for next week was moved up to this week, as in today. But then later I was told it wasn't today but tomorrow. I never received a letter in the mail about the court date, nor did I receive a phone call from The New Girl's worker in regards to the court date. I was trying to be optimistic about this worker.

Meanwhile The New Girl had a rough day. She threw an entire roll of toilet paper in the trash, still on the roll, never used. When I asked why she did that, she just started crying and saying she wanted her mama. She wasted used an entire box of wipes and then flushed them when I have repeatedly said to put them in the trash so it won't clog the septic tank. Then she threw the plastic box in the trash which I keep in order to refill with more wipes. She threw rocks, pitched fits, went in and out a gazillion times, ate 2 bowls of cereal, a plate of mac & cheese, several popsicles, some bubble gum that I didn't authorize, and consumed multiple snacks and caprisuns (even though the caprisuns are specifically for The Daughter's school snack and I buy juice, gatorade, koolaid, etc for here at home) all between 8am and 2pm. At two when we left to go pick up The Daughter from school, The New Girl was crying and saying she was hungry. They ate a snack as soon as we got home, then another, then dinner, then another snack. I don't know if it was the stress of her schedule being disrupted or nervousness of meeting a new worker or what, but coupled with the day I was having myself, it was a trying day.

BabyBoy's worker who is always running late, arrived 30 minutes early. She stayed two hours and did her job properly.

Yesterday was an emotionally rough day which I will write more about tomorrow if I can muster the strength. Now I have to go volunteer at The Daughter's school which will give me a legitimate reason for not folding and putting away the clothes, changing the month on the calendar above the computer (the one in my purse, the kids calendar, and the one in the kitchen are all changed but I get critiqued for the one still not changed), not doing the dishes from last night or the laundry from yesterday, not calling roofers yet again, not wiping all the spills off the ketchup and medication bottles in the fridge, working at being a more attractive, better fit, non-kid-loving, more docile shell of a human being, and all the other things I apparently fail at completing each day.