Waiting by the phone

At some point today, our social worker will call me to let me know our home study is ready to be picked up. At that moment, I will grab the kids, my diaper bag, and some dirty clothes too (because any smart mom trying to conserve gas will combine running to the dry cleaners and the social worker's office into one trip) and head out the door. Then it's off to USCIS to file Benjamin's immigration paperwork and to get rid of that pesky $685 that's been clogging our bank account. And hopefully this time I won't leave all my paperwork at home.