Long story short, last Tuesday our appointment with the social worker at her office was relocated to our home. I freaked out. Me, the kids and Ben hurriedly cleaned the house in around two hours. Somewhere in the middle of that we lost track on the dog and as she enjoyed wandering the neighborhood our social worker arrived. Phew, that was a crazy morning. But... I think we passed.
Thankfully, our social worker is very sweet and she knows what it's like to be a mom as she has adopted several times herself. She now has all the information for our home study with the exception of our blood work (figuring out the tests we need and where to get them done and insurance, etc. is more complicated than I thought), and our references (this was overlooked in their office and they were just sent out last week). After that, she can write the glorious document lovingly referred to as "the home study", although it doesn't have much to do with the house. Good thing we only spend two hours cleaning!