June 12, 2010
My house is as clean as it’s probably ever been.
Or at least as clean as it’s been since the last time a social worker was coming to visit it.
Our home visit is Monday.
I wasn’t nervous for our first home visit and I’m not really nervous for this one, but then when I stop to think about, I wonder if I should be thinking more – mentally preparing for what she will ask us, etc.
Then I think about eating popsicles.
I’m deep like that.