There is a bit of a hiccup because we have lived in so many different cities in our lives - John has lived in 7 and I've lived in 8. Our social worker is pretty sure that we need arrest records and jail checks and child protective services checks from each and every one of the places we have ever lived, but she doesn't know what paperwork we need for those or the procedures to follow. Not only does she not know, but her boss doesn't know, and her liaison within DCS just quit. So we're at a bit of a standstill until we learn what we need to do. This is really frustrating because we were hoping to be approved in early summer so that we could potentially have a match before the next school year begins. That likely won't happen now.
After she left, John and I turned our attention to our broken washing machine. After our hours of talking about saving money, you'd have thought we would try to fix the washer ourselves, especially since I was pretty sure it was a stuck baby sock. But that thought didn't even cross our minds! Instead we paid $150 to have someone else pull out the sock from the drain pump. I'm still working to forgive myself for that slip up! Ugh!