The two older children came into care 20 months, 1 week and a few days ago. Coming up quick on 2 years, huh?
And where do we stand? Essentially the same place we did 20 months, 1 week and a few days ago.
TPR has not been filed. Goal has not been changed. Why? I don’t know.
Frankly, I’m taking a big mental health break from it all. I can’t live obsessing about the status of the case. I don’t even want any details aside from: are they staying or are they going? And no one knows the answer to that – still. I can’t decide if this mental change is burn out or protecting myself from burn out. It’s a fine line.
What I do know is that there is a trial involving the baby coming up. It must be something big because the kids’ attorney called me. For the first time ever. (yes, you read that right) Though I still don’t know what it’s about or what he needs since every time I call back, it’s just voicemail. Typical.
What I do know is that in my professional life we avoid trials like the plague. Because you can lose a trial.
OMG. You can lose a trial.