Home Studies and Husbands

The social worker came to our house last Friday evening to start the process of updating our home study. Every year we end up with a different social worker. I'm not sure if the agency rotates them or how it works exactly, but we've had three social workers in three years.

Thankfully, they've all been super nice and easy to talk to. I guess that might be kind of important if you're in the business of finding out if a family is qualified to adopt. The social worker that came this year, however, was hands down my favorite. Probably because she "got" Patrick's jokes and wasn't appalled at every other thing he said. Because y'all you never know what my husband is going to say.

For example, said social worker asked if we'd taken up any new hobbies, and Patrick without missing a beat says, "Alcohol." Thanks hon. I needed to have a panic attack. I immediately started trying to explain that he likes to joke (it was a joke just in case you were wondering), but for the first time ever, we had a social worker that laughed. The first one would've believed him. The second one, wouldn't have even remotely gotten the joke, but this one laughed. Which meant that Patrick felt free to make more jokes.

Social worker: "Have you ever been arrested?"
Patrick: "Uhhh, I was afraid you were going to ask that . . ." (For the record we've never been arrested . . . neither of us.)

Social worker: "Have your religious beliefs changed?"
Patrick: "Yeah we've converted." (To what have we converted? I have no clue.)

I can't remember the rest, but you get the gist. All in all, the visit went smoothly, and the update should be done relatively soon. We'll have to update again in July when we move, but each update reminds me that we're one update closer to bring our daughter home.