On the edge of my seat

I was getting ready for bed last night, about 10pm, and noticed the light on our bedroom phone flashing that we had a message. No one told me about a message, so, I went downstairs to check. It ended up being a voice message, and when I played it back, it was our social worker Tom, saying he has some questions in writing our study.


Questions!!, that's all he said, Questions!! I don't know what that means. Does he want to just clarify some of the information he is writing, or is there a problem that might deny us? AAHHHH!!!

Since it was so late, I didn't feel good about calling him then, but, brought his number with me this morning and will call him from work later on. Please, Please, don't be anything wrong.

Going into turtle mode, pulling my head and arms inside my shell and hoping nothing bad is going to happen.