As suspected.

Finally have permission to enroll the newest household member and the district is giving me a hard time. I’m shocked. Not. 

No. I don’t have an immunization record.

No. I don’t have a birth certificate. 

Nope. Nope. Nope. I don’t have 90% of what you want. I’ll email what I have. 

“We can’t do it via email.”

Yes you can. Yes, I understand you are new and they only gave you these rules to follow. Please just direct me to your foster care liaison. *eyeroll* I’m still waiting for a response. I’d bet they don’t know who the foster care liaison even is. I actually DO KNOW who it is, but, if I send this person on the hunt for a name, odds are she will remember it and maybe I won’t have this problem again. Maybe. 

Why do we have to do this every single time?

In other news, while the cat is away, the mice will play. An hour into the school day:

Daytime Emmy Nominee was missing in action from second hour. Found her in the office. 

Sassy Britches was also absent from second hour. Never did locate her, but she showed for third hour. She also tried to sucker OG Drama into picking her up from school. When that didn’t work, she played the Grandma card. Well, Grandma never had a Sassy Britches of her own, at least not of this variety, so it was a successful con and she escaped school. Until grandma caught on! And kudos to her, because she marched Sassy Britches right back into the school to up the embarrassing factor.

Cohort missed fourth hour. Still have yet to find out where she was hiding. I likely don’t want to know. 

Poor, poor, Hubby. Baptized by fire. 

Just heard back from new girl in enrollment. Seems she can now take the enrollment via email. Funny how that works now that I called for the liaison. We need staff that knows what the kids in foster care are entitled to. Just like we need more trauma training for staff in schools.

See?!? See how that works?!? If you happen to be a sweet, keep yourself in line, kinda gal, and end up a foster parent, know that you are screwed. Also, foster care will ruin all of those gentle traits. Lucky for me, and my kids, I don’t exude cute, sweet, and easily charmed.