For anyone who missed previous posts, we are adopting from China and had our social worker visit today to update our home study file.  Jill and I have been nervous since the appointment was made and we've worked ourselves into a tizzy trying to get the house just perfect (or at least in outward appearance).

Silliness.

The key was that it was the same social worker as before and we were approved before.  Like most of us (I guess I should only speak for me and not lump you all in with me), she was all about quick and easy...  no need to reinvent the wheel...  or even see if it rolls for that matter.  It's a wheel.  Common sense tells you everything you need to know about it.

Anyway, she sat in our kitchen and never even glanced at another room in the house...  or the garage, or the backyard, or anything else we spit shined to a pleasant glare of this-is-a-perfect-house-for-a-child.  ; Fabreeze also makes the companion sent to go along with said glare.  We used two bottles of it.  Science is wonderful.

So she pulled out or original homestudy, done in October 2006, and went line by line asking "is this the same?"  We answered "yes," and after a couple dozen verses of the same song, we got the "Good!  We're done!"

What?  Are you sure?  You haven't even checked all the childlocks, outlet covers, sharp corners, lead paint, asbestos, the 1957 refridgerator in the back yard with a sign that says "get in and close the door," or anything else beyond the first 10 feet from the front door!  I don't really have those things, but thought still remains...  "Really, that's it?"

"That's it."

It was nothing, a breeze, a piece of cake, a walk in the park, a no-brainer.

And the bonus...  our house is clean.  That should last about thirty seven minutes, but it will be a nice thirty seven minutes.  :-)