So our life seemed to have leveled out at a current level of crazy. We’d had time together as a family so I was mostly quite stable. I’m so much better when I don’t have to be on my own. On Monday every one went back to school and I was shitting myself. I arranged for my fellow crazy friend to come with me to the supermarket the day was not going bad.
We got a panic phone call from our social worker on Monday. “Can we meet as a professionals meeting on Thursday?” A few hours later “I need to meet the children all today at home” So we dropped everything and made sure everyone was home by 4. Our social worker is really good at interacting with kids and they were happy to see him. He read the report he had compiled which made for very depressing reading basicley “you are fucked up and behaving oddly” Your fucked up and odd behaviour is affecting your whole family. The kids are upset and acting out because you are not well” Listening to this fucked with my head a bit. I have been feeling pretty shitty since. In the midst of all the shit we have done all we can to continue functioning as a normal family.
We also met the lady from young carers , and spent Tuesday writing down the whole sad, sorry situation so my youngest might get a place. The fact we are in the process of a child in need case qualifies us for the highest level of help from young carers. This freaked me little. I had not realised out current normal was so abnormal!
So, Tuesday is the professionals meeting. We sit there and hear what a shit job we are doing as parents I think. In a previous life I was a nurse and involved in safeguarding so being on the other side is fucking with my head.