Mara’s social workers visited yesterday and then Lee and I took her to the zoo before tumbling class, an extra-full day that left her weepily (well, and screamingly) exhausted before bedtime. I love that she’s now at a place where wrangling her into a bath can help her calm down, which is exactly what eventually happened. As we told her workers, she really does seem to be an awesome, age-appropriate kid.
We put in a conditional offer on another house we like and between the time we’d talked about it with the family selling and the time we put it in, their own conditional offer had (I gather) fallen apart, and so they were no longer interested in playing that game. We’ve scheduled an open house and I really think that once we get people looking at our home there will be someone who wants to buy it. Well, that’s what I hope, anyway.
The family worker was a bit surprised by how sad she was to contemplate this being her last visit with Mara, whom she’s known since birth. She told us to expect TPR to take a long time after the trial since she thinks this judge is slow in general but also specifically has bent over backward to try to help and make allowances for Mara’s mom. And she told to to expect that since even despite that help Mara’s mother has never tried to comply with her caseplan, probably any other children she had would be taken into care at birth. This, of course, means that we would be the first call child protective services would make when trying to place those hypothetical siblings. So yes, being in a bigger house is a good thing, though Mara doesn’t need to be in a sex-segregated bedroom until she hits school age.
Oh, and Rowan called and talked very seriously about wanting to live with us. I told him again what the expectations would be and talked about why he’s unhappy where he is. Lee is very dismissive of this, thinks he’s just never happy and that he doesn’t know what he wants, to which I pointed out that he’s 16 and that’s basically the job description. He then sent a few texts after talking to his social worker saying that we should forget he said anything, that he’d stay where he was forever. We’re not pushing him to talk about what prompted any of that, but I do anticipate him coming to live with us at some point and assumed that even before the call.
So yeah, we need to sell our house and move somewhere bigger. That’s why you keep hearing about this and I keep focusing on it too much to write on my blog. There’s nothing immediate changing — I told Rowan we wouldn’t want him to move in before school was over even if we did have a room open — but there’s plenty of room for change in the future and I want us to be as ready as we can be.