Okay, you know what it is? It's the two families who are very, very close friends of ours who, just within the last three weeks are concluding/have concluded their respective adoption journeys.
And remember on June 12 I said I was in no hurry for daughter #2? Apparently I was entirely mistaken. I am now, with all y'all, DYING to get moving on this adoption.
Uh oh.
Naturally this is terrible timing on my part since my agency is predicting 18 - 24 months. I guess I better cool my jets, eh?
Oh, and after the week I've had, I am not sure anyone should feel happy about sending me a kiddo! First, I got distracted and backed out of our garage with one of the doors open and both dented the car door and knocked the automatic garage door off its track.
THEN, as my dd and I were carrying in the groceries last night, she called to me just as I was beginning to close the back "hatch" door of the car and I beaned myself right on the top of my head so hard it "scrambled my eggs" for the rest of the day and night. In fact, I'm pretty sure I'm "just not right" even today.
I had to send dd upstairs on the double so as not to scare her to death with all the blood. I felt like "Carrie" in the prom scene, remember? (Don't look at the link if you're squeamish...) DH came home from work PDQ (it's practically the only time I've cried when I hurt myself since childhood) and called my doc. Doc said, in essence, yup, your eggs are scrambled. Sit still. Let me know if you black out or toss your cookies. Put some ice on it. (That's why they pay HIM the big bucks...) My DH says if he'd been able to see through all the matted hair how big the cut was, he might've taken me for stitches. But then I'd have spent my 4th of July holiday with a partially shaved head. Yippee.
So that's my last seven days.
Maybe I'm better off waiting at least a few months more until I stop wreaking havoc around here, eh? Not like I have a choice, anyway! But it's probably just as well...
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