Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Recertification Blues

Last year I so lucked out. The normal inspector just quit after taking a vacation and then a medical leave, which was followed by a personal problems leave, which segued into blank stares and vague excuses why she was no longer with our agency.

The office manager, newly promoted after everyone moved up the ladder rung left by the first director did our inspection. She sat at my kitchen table for much of it asking me where things were and how things are done. And apologizing for being disorganized. I assured her it was okay. I told nothing but the truth, but I didn't invite her to check things I thought she may have missed; that was her job and she was definitely stressed out and did not need more to do.

This year will be tough. I can feel it. Plus, we haven't had kids for a while so we are soft - as I sit looking at the Advil bottle and other meds on the counter, the wire and computer stuff sitting on the unused high chair tray, and the piles of "stuff" everywhere that will have to find its home before a week from Wednesday. Neil also has three mixers in the driveway and a work bench piled high with dangerous chemicals that toddlers like to drink for snacks.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention the brick pile and posts that sit on the side of the driveway. The side that Neil backed his truck into last month. (so glad that wasn't me! I'm am so sure there wouldn't have been as much laughter. :-)

So you get the picture. Things are bad here and we needed a reason to clean up. So basically recertification is a blessing in disguise?


Blessed are all who take refuge in him.
Psalms 2:12


The Blogmaster said...

I hope you don't let these things slide when you do have kids living with you.


Susan said...

No, these comments were obviously made with a hint of sarcasm! When I don't have young children in my house it is legal to have Advil sitting on my counter.

Children are now in foster care who have been found playing in supplies that their parents are using to cook meth. This is the scary thing to worry about. Not my house.

I hate the system. But when children need homes, we will be here for the children, not the system.

When you have held a child with a black eye and scars from her mommy, and babies who have flat heads from being left laying in cribs for days unattended, and loved a child who can't love because she was abandoned at two and left to care for her baby brother - then you can understand.

Please don't deny that children are being abused, neglected, and tortured at the hands of their parents. An abusive horrible government system does not mean children aren't in need of loving homes.