Now for something completely different . . .

After calling and calling and calling, I finally managed to get ahold of someone.

No, I swear to you. A living, breathing adult-type person with some smattering of responsibility.

Social Worker Dayle Kline?

No, dear reader, that would be insanity in a nut box sampler from Pepperidge Farms. Instead, it was Karima Deadrick, Social Worker Dayle Kline's supervisor. She advised me, first off, that Social Worker Dayle Kline was no longer Justice's social worker. I'm not certain why, but if I had to guess it was because SHE NEVER DID HER BLOODY JOB.

I'm just spitballing though, just throwing it out there and seeing what sticks. Trial and error you might say.

Now enters Nancy Souza.

I had a delightful chat with both Nancy and her manager regarding Justice. We gabbed about the lack of healthcare for Justice, the potential of moving her to her father's more quickly, and other things that I would think a social worker should ask.

Then, today, I received a call from Susan McPhee, Justice's attorney. Lovely woman, I'm sure I've mentioned her somewhere with both praise and awe, as she just rocks as a child advocate and ACTUALLY DOES HER JOB. Susan is of the opinion that with Justice, her therapis, us, and Reggie all saying the time for moving her is now, that the time for moving her should be roughly now.

We tend to agree.

It's not that we want to kick Justice out into the cold, cruel world, but rather that the sooner she makes the transition, the sooner she'll feel like her world is completely stable and she can start making strides toward being a happy, healthy and reasonably normal 10 year-old.

Looks like the stars are all aligning and now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this sun of York . . . or new social worker.