The Fallout

So, social services came back to my parents' house the next day.  Conditions were set in place in order to keep the kids safe.  One of those conditions is that I cannot have unsupervised contact with my own children for two weeks.  I can't be alone with my own kids.  FML...

I understand why that condition was placed there, but it doesn't stop it from completely sucking ass.  My kids have stayed at my parents' house for this last week.  I spent a few nights there myself, while Mike worked some night shifts.  Nobody was comfortable with me being alone so I packed a little bag and off to Mom and Dad's I went...

...BUT...

...the kids come home today!! Mike is off work for the next week so the kids get to be here! If there is anything we need to run out for, it's me that has to go, lest social services decides to do a surprise visit and finds me home alone with the kids.  Methinks we might be going without a lot of basics since the depression has yet to lift.  Anyone feel like delivering milk to us for the next little while? And some cigarettes?

I need to get back into counselling and when I phoned to make that appointment, their earliest date was January 13th.  That's a long ways off.  The intake worker that I was speaking with suggested a depression and anxiety group therapy meeting that happens every Wednesday.  I was supposed to start yesterday, but guess what? I was too nervous to go.  How's that for irony? On a side note, I was also slated to give another talk on postpartum depression to a mom's group next week.  Too depressed  for that though.  Again, FML.

I haven't been subbing this last month.  I'm not awake early enough for the calls.  I stare at my closet, at all the lovely clothes I've bought as of late and lament the fact that I don't get to wear them.  I did, however, buy myself new pajamas to lay around the house in so that's a bonus :)

That's it for now.  Social services will return next Friday to go over the conditions and hopefully lift the hold they have on the kids right now!