Monday, July 11, 2011

Fostering: to-do list

We got a letter officially confirming our enrollment in the next session of foster-care classes, starting at the end of the month, which means we have just over two weeks to compile copies of all of the following stuff:
  • Social security card
  • Driver's license
  • Marriage license (or divorce verification)
  • Proof of income
  • Car insurance card
  • Dog rabies vaccinations
  • Fireplace inspection [Note: we have a fake fireplace that burns gel fuel. No joke, it's like having a Sterno fireplace. I think the lady we met with didn't really understand what it was, because she wants us to get something called a "certificate of non-use" for it.]
  • Pistol permit (if applicable) (it isn't, and we told the lady that, but she made sure to tell us, like, three times that we could own a gun, but we needed to keep it locked and all.)
And we have until the end of the classes (the last week in September) to accomplish the following:
  •  Move Andy's sculpture stuff away from furnace
  • Cap pipe fragment in basement [It irritates me that this is on our official list, as the lady told us the only reason she thinks we should cap it is so kids don't shove stuff down it. Not exactly a safety concern, but whatever, we'll cap it.]
  • Move carbon monoxide detector upstairs
  • Paint sunroom
  • Buy a carseat
  • Get a hook-and-eye latch for the door from the kitchen into the garage, as a toddler who could reach the handle could open the door pretty easily
  • Get stupid certificate of non-use for fireplace
  • Return kerosene heater to my parents' house
 Naturally, I've had the paperwork containing both of these lists sitting on the kitchen table for a week, reminding myself to get at least the first one taken care of. And just as naturally, right now I'm sitting on the couch looking at the list, thinking about reading some blogs for a while until Andy gets home and (hopefully) makes me dinner, and then continuing to hang out on the couch and watch a movie.

Wait. I just moved the carbon monoxide detector upstairs. Now I've officially gotten started on the list, and can therefore relax in the pleasure of a job well done.

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