And . . . no baby. After hauling tons of baby stuff into my home, installing a car seat, and reorganizing 2 closets and Little Man’s dresser so there would be room for the baby’s stuff. And it’s not like I’m heart broken I’m not getting a baby–hey my life will definitely be easier with one. But, the reason I’m not getting him is that he is not being taken away. On Tuesday the investigator said it was so serious they couldn’t wait till today to remove him and he needed to be taken out right away. But mom wouldn’t sign the consent form, so they had to wait till court today. And now mom has “a plan.” Mom with lots of substance abuse issues has a plan. So the baby is staying with her. And I know I’m a bit skeptical, but I am worried about the safety of this little baby.
So, I’m trying to decompress from this. And now there’s a whole heap of baby stuff to be returned to all my awesome friends who were letting me borrow it. Ugh.