Monday, December 4th

Social Worker Dayle Kline has not yet returned our call to get Justice's father's phone number so that we can set up some kind of casual conversation between the two. Once again, I have to resort to contacting her manager.

I'm not certain if this is a compliment to us or not. We seem to be funnelled to the worst or the most over-worked social workers. I like to think it's because we're considered so low maintainance that putting us with otherwise incompetent or overburdened individuals doesn't tax them beyond their already taxed capacity.

Or, perhaps, the Child Protective Services is just so fed up with our antics that they are punishing us this way.

It's sixes.

I'll be out Monday for the court trial. It's supposed to be a trial and an end to all this confusion, instability and pathetic attempts to advocate for a child who is otherwise powerless.

Of course, that's what we've been hearing for eight months now.

I hold little hope that this will actually give us some kind of closure, but I'll keep you posted.