Drama and Deadlines
>> Thursday, February 16, 2012
I can't believe it's Thursday. Actually it feels like I've lived a few lifetimes since I last posted. I don't mean to abandon my poor blog but the truth is I'm plumb tuckered out.
This home study, while totally awesome, makes me feel in some moments like we're insane. It's fast, it's demanding, and it's sucking every spare moment from us.
Maybe I'm only getting older but it certainly feels lately like our lives have gone from idling stuck in traffic to being shot out of a rocket.
I'm not complaining. Seriously, I'm not. I hope Baby gets matched and here just as fast.
But I'm reeling a bit from the complete 180.
It feels like finals week in college. Except that you've been stuck in school for what seems like forever, not knowing there was a finals week approaching any time soon. One day the teacher walks in, you're expecting another laborious and probably boring paper to write, and then he or she tells you you're graduating next week but you have to take this massive test first and you're not sure you even have all of the notes handy any more.
I'm running around like a chicken with my head cut off, but still not quite grasping that we're actually moving forward, closer to the next member of our family. I mean, I get it. But then again, I don't really.
Surreal. Reality?
My so called Surreality. Poop, that's what I should have named my blog. (It's my word. I made it up. Just remember that when it becomes popular.)
I am grateful that we've accomplished a lot in the last few days, but it's like we still have a marathon ahead of us that we've got to run until Saturday night. The social workers will be arriving officially on Saturday at 2 pm to inspect our house from top to bottom. Looking for everything from smoke detectors to fire extinguishers to baby safety to I don't know what else. Cleanliness? Shoot.
The house is coming together, but for every object I clean, 10 more get dirtied in that time. I scrubbed my floors yesterday, but by this morning they were trashed again. I feel like we're running in circles, chasing our tails with this scrubbed and polished look we're going for.
I still need to vacuum upstairs, scrub toilets, clean the doggy room, re-clean the kitchen/dining room floors, and organize my closet. Just in case it gets inspected, too. Because it probably will. Especially if I don't clean it.
What can I say? We live in this house.
The paperwork is thankfully much less now than before.
We've attacked and pretty much destroyed that monster. Still have to get our doctor stuff signed off on, but we're waiting on HIV tests that got sent today to Wright-Patterson (Ohio). Results won't be back for few days.
We had our Skype session and it went well.
Our rockin' people have all submitted their letters of recommendation!!
We also spent Valentines night answering crazy-insane in-depth questions we were sent last minute that we were later told we didn't need too. I mean, it took me 7 pages and 4,000 words just to answer the first 10. I wasn't happy that all of that work was unnecessary because of poor communication on the part of the home study lady. She's just overwhelmed and poorly organized, but with a big heart.
There have been a lot of highs and lows in the past 3 days and not much time to talk about it. But there is light at the end of the tunnel.
Pretty much all we have left is the financial worksheet which we've been too tired to look at yet, the doctor paperwork officially documenting that we do not in fact have HIV, and the home inspection/social worker meeting on Saturday.
Then Mike's birthday is on Saturday, his parents are coming in that day for the weekend, and then on Monday I fly to Phoenix for 10 days to see my mom after her surgery and visit my grandma who fell in her nursing home a couple of nights ago (she's ok but cut up her face a bit with her glasses).
(We finally got the biopsy results Monday night and were told that my mom's tumor did contain some cancer but it hadn't spread anywhere to any other tissues or organs; it was encapsulated within the tumor itself. She can choose to go through some chemo or just wait and see and stay monitored closely (checks every three months for the next several years). Chemo is a nasty business but then so is cancer, so I am useless when it comes to giving advice about what she should do.)
Mike is sick with a cold/flu, Z has some sort of runny nose/cold/teething thing, and I'm feeling pretty run down, too.
Z also fell Tuesday night smack on her face on the tile part of the floor (of course) and at first I thought she had knocked a tooth out because all I could see was a mouth full of blood. I screamed for Mike, who thankfully was home, and he took care of her while I was a mess on the floor. I'm so glad she's ok. The puffy bruised lip is back to normal and you wouldn't even know she had fallen if you look at her now. I'm glad Hubby is an EMT. And I learned that I deal very poorly when my own child gets bloodied up. Talk about full panic attack. I think I was a bigger mess that Z was.
It's very sweet of Mike to reassure me lately that I am a good mum to Z. He even tells me in his sleep when he rolls over. After the tooth fiasco, I have needed that kind of encouragement.
Poor Z had a rough time last night, too. She woke up screaming at around midnight. I ran to see what was wrong and couldn't figure it out. She was just screaming and crying uncontrollably and clinging to me like she was a cat I was trying to put in water. Eventually she calmed down and drank some milk and drifted off to sleep a long time later, but I still don't know what the matter was. Can 14 month olds have nightmares??
I think we're all feeling the pressure. I was going to take Z to play group tomorrow but with us all under the weather, it's best to just stay home.
It's been quite the week, that's for sure. And it looks like from our end we're only like three days from completing our home study stuff. But so much still needs to happen to make it work out well.
Chalk one up for us for completing all the a home study requirements in 10 days, though, lol.
We are crazy. This makes it official.
But I have to admit, without all the drama and deadlines, it wouldn't be us. Or half as good of a story to tell the next kid. :)
This home study, while totally awesome, makes me feel in some moments like we're insane. It's fast, it's demanding, and it's sucking every spare moment from us.
Maybe I'm only getting older but it certainly feels lately like our lives have gone from idling stuck in traffic to being shot out of a rocket.
I'm not complaining. Seriously, I'm not. I hope Baby gets matched and here just as fast.
But I'm reeling a bit from the complete 180.
It feels like finals week in college. Except that you've been stuck in school for what seems like forever, not knowing there was a finals week approaching any time soon. One day the teacher walks in, you're expecting another laborious and probably boring paper to write, and then he or she tells you you're graduating next week but you have to take this massive test first and you're not sure you even have all of the notes handy any more.
I'm running around like a chicken with my head cut off, but still not quite grasping that we're actually moving forward, closer to the next member of our family. I mean, I get it. But then again, I don't really.
Surreal. Reality?
My so called Surreality. Poop, that's what I should have named my blog. (It's my word. I made it up. Just remember that when it becomes popular.)
I am grateful that we've accomplished a lot in the last few days, but it's like we still have a marathon ahead of us that we've got to run until Saturday night. The social workers will be arriving officially on Saturday at 2 pm to inspect our house from top to bottom. Looking for everything from smoke detectors to fire extinguishers to baby safety to I don't know what else. Cleanliness? Shoot.
The house is coming together, but for every object I clean, 10 more get dirtied in that time. I scrubbed my floors yesterday, but by this morning they were trashed again. I feel like we're running in circles, chasing our tails with this scrubbed and polished look we're going for.
I still need to vacuum upstairs, scrub toilets, clean the doggy room, re-clean the kitchen/dining room floors, and organize my closet. Just in case it gets inspected, too. Because it probably will. Especially if I don't clean it.
What can I say? We live in this house.
The paperwork is thankfully much less now than before.
We've attacked and pretty much destroyed that monster. Still have to get our doctor stuff signed off on, but we're waiting on HIV tests that got sent today to Wright-Patterson (Ohio). Results won't be back for few days.
We had our Skype session and it went well.
Our rockin' people have all submitted their letters of recommendation!!
We also spent Valentines night answering crazy-insane in-depth questions we were sent last minute that we were later told we didn't need too. I mean, it took me 7 pages and 4,000 words just to answer the first 10. I wasn't happy that all of that work was unnecessary because of poor communication on the part of the home study lady. She's just overwhelmed and poorly organized, but with a big heart.
There have been a lot of highs and lows in the past 3 days and not much time to talk about it. But there is light at the end of the tunnel.
Pretty much all we have left is the financial worksheet which we've been too tired to look at yet, the doctor paperwork officially documenting that we do not in fact have HIV, and the home inspection/social worker meeting on Saturday.
Then Mike's birthday is on Saturday, his parents are coming in that day for the weekend, and then on Monday I fly to Phoenix for 10 days to see my mom after her surgery and visit my grandma who fell in her nursing home a couple of nights ago (she's ok but cut up her face a bit with her glasses).
(We finally got the biopsy results Monday night and were told that my mom's tumor did contain some cancer but it hadn't spread anywhere to any other tissues or organs; it was encapsulated within the tumor itself. She can choose to go through some chemo or just wait and see and stay monitored closely (checks every three months for the next several years). Chemo is a nasty business but then so is cancer, so I am useless when it comes to giving advice about what she should do.)
Mike is sick with a cold/flu, Z has some sort of runny nose/cold/teething thing, and I'm feeling pretty run down, too.
Z also fell Tuesday night smack on her face on the tile part of the floor (of course) and at first I thought she had knocked a tooth out because all I could see was a mouth full of blood. I screamed for Mike, who thankfully was home, and he took care of her while I was a mess on the floor. I'm so glad she's ok. The puffy bruised lip is back to normal and you wouldn't even know she had fallen if you look at her now. I'm glad Hubby is an EMT. And I learned that I deal very poorly when my own child gets bloodied up. Talk about full panic attack. I think I was a bigger mess that Z was.
It's very sweet of Mike to reassure me lately that I am a good mum to Z. He even tells me in his sleep when he rolls over. After the tooth fiasco, I have needed that kind of encouragement.
Poor Z had a rough time last night, too. She woke up screaming at around midnight. I ran to see what was wrong and couldn't figure it out. She was just screaming and crying uncontrollably and clinging to me like she was a cat I was trying to put in water. Eventually she calmed down and drank some milk and drifted off to sleep a long time later, but I still don't know what the matter was. Can 14 month olds have nightmares??
I think we're all feeling the pressure. I was going to take Z to play group tomorrow but with us all under the weather, it's best to just stay home.
It's been quite the week, that's for sure. And it looks like from our end we're only like three days from completing our home study stuff. But so much still needs to happen to make it work out well.
Chalk one up for us for completing all the a home study requirements in 10 days, though, lol.
We are crazy. This makes it official.
But I have to admit, without all the drama and deadlines, it wouldn't be us. Or half as good of a story to tell the next kid. :)
2 comments:
Woohoo! Keep up the great work! Re: Z's screaming meemie session--it's pretty common for little kids to get "night terrors." Not much you can do except cuddle them, pray for them, and wait for them to pass. Brahm's only had it a few times but apparently for some kids it lasts a while. Hope Z's is not a common occurrence!
Hang in there. You are a GREAT mom!
Yeah, S has had night terrors quite a few times, I hate 'em! As a parents you're pretty helpless since the kiddo is not really awake--not enough even to be comforted. :( I hope it's a once-in-a-lifetime experience for Z. You totally are a fantastic mom, and you guys are basically superhuman for getting all of this done so fast!
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