Some have asked if things are okay with Wolf, since my posts on his life and times seem to be dwindling a bit. He's okay. We're okay. But there is much going on.
It's almost time for another trip, but we're not sure when. Therapist B and some other CHYC staff were actually in Alaska last week, which means they will have to spend a few weeks catching up upon their return, meaning that I should wait a bit before heading south (considerate former social service person that I am). School is almost out for Bear, preschool graduation to be exact, and I don't want to miss that, so there goes another week. Memorial weekend is coming up, no therapist in their right mind would hang around over a potentially sunny Utah long weekend for me, even if I am coming from Alaska.
So I'm debating, figuring, talking and hopefully coming up with a plan. Added to the issue is the fact that Yukon is due to head for Lousiana the first part of June for another federal training thingie.
Lest I sound as if I am waffling, let me assure you I am not. The State of Alaska sets fairly clear perameters around the scope and breadth of our paid-for visits, one of which is the absolute fact that Therapist B. must meet with us every.single.day. Which can get complicated when things like holiday weekends and such arrive. Plus, Wolf wants to be able to have the sort of fun kids should over a holiday weekend; staff are quite soliticious when it comes to parties, so a beach party out on the lawn is a heckuva lot more fun than hanging out with Mom shopping for new boxer shorts. Go figure.
In a more serious vein, I am still in constant contact with Ms. M and her cronies from the Bring the Kids Home Initiative office, and before I head down there are a few nuggets of fact (or fiction) I need to discern. Always something....