I Saw The Home

Well, I went to visit the Home. Me and my Mom went down there yesterday. It was underwhelming. The place could have used a new coat of paint and the staff were a little rough looking, the floors could have used a better mopping than they were getting and I detected a slight whiff of urine (fortunately I can say it wasn't a stench, like some nursing homes have). Did I get all weepy and emotional? Of course I did. This is painful. But I gotta do what I gotta do. I think the place gets an OK rating by me, and my Mom thinks it's gonna be just fine. He'll fit in there just perfect. All the kids looked just like him. They had the same faces, the same posture and the same machines.

I called the DCFS worker yesterday and he is coming over on Monday morning. It's like scheduling an appointment at the Dentist for a root canal, except I'd rather have the root canal than be called a liar and accused of coaching my kids' answers like the last guy did. Thank God it's not him this time. It's somebody new.

The last thing I'm gonna say is this: For as much I dread (and have dreaded this idea of placing my son in a residential treatment facility) this, I have a profound sense of RELIEF that all this drama will soon be over. I just hope and pray that I have made the right decision and that this is best place for him. Time will tell me that. Indeed.