I should have known it was a bad sign when the social worker arrived while Dixie was in time out.
The visit went well, she didn't seem alarmed by anything, we skirted the unemployment issue. But the kids were WILD. Oh, dear God, they were crazy. Showing off, running in circles, climbing on daddy. Ack. Nothing alarming happened, though, and she seemed happy when she left, so I think we're fine.
And I'd spent all day feeling dizzy and ready to throw up. I just figured it was stress getting to me, but then the social worker came and went and I still felt that way. I realized that I still have water clogging one ear from water aerobics this morning.
Now that I've poured alcohol down both ears (and my throat) I feel better.