The morning after Primo's adoption is finalized I wake up happy and relieved.
Then my phone rings, and guess who it is calling? It's a social worker. And. She. Wants. To. Come. Over...
That's right! She is the social worker from Primo's lawyers office, you know the one who comes out every six months?!
She's just been informed of Primo's adoption and now needs to come out for a "discharge" visit, oh my.
And she wants to come out today or tomorrow.
I immediately take the "tomorrow" option and am completely annoyed.
This will be the last social worker visit.