Pending

He was here for almost two hours. It was perfectly pleasant, but I am a wreck now that he's gone. I am flabbergasted that this woman, not satisfied with calling the cops on me, called the state agency with the authority to take away my children and reported me for negligence. I can't stop crying when I think about it. I can't stop thinking about it. Pete wants to know, "When you gon' be happy again?"

The caseworker doesn't have the authority to make a final determination. He's going to talk to his supervisor this afternoon. Because they have a heavy caseload that contains actual emergencies, it could be the middle of next week before we get formal notification. He hopes not, he says.

This afternoon I have to get the laundry folded, get a report dictated for work, and get packed for my trip tomorrow. But first I have to stop crying.