I wrote this on July 6, 2009. This was exactly 30 days before Bubbly entered our home. Let’s hope that we’re 30 days away from another homecoming. In the meantime, here is a excerpt from that day…
There comes a time in every adoption where you get physically weary. I remember it happening with every single one of our adoptions. The mental exhaustion of waiting and hoping gives way to physical weariness. I’m there. It has gone so fast up to this point, and I’m thankful for that. But, we’re at a stand still. There isn’t anything to be done. Certain government officials (I’m talking about you Obama) need to get in and out so the embassy can do it’s thing for us. I don’t think I’ve had more than 3-4 hours sleep in days. Hearing about GhanaGirl’s heart kind of pushed us over the adoption edge. So, we’re going to do what we do best and pull together as a family. It’s summer, my kids are funny, it’s time to be joyful. I’m short with them, they know I’m stressed. It shouldn’t be that way.
So, here we are again. It’s not summer, but I’m not joyful. In fact, I’m done. I’m spent with the constant paperwork that needs correcting, living like we might leave at a moment’s notice, saving every spare penny for travel. I’m done. I’m done with it all. So, I need to re-group and focus on what is important, being a mom. Mom to the kids here and mom to the kids there (I have SO many more clothes to buy before they get here). I’m going to take a little break to improve my attitude. It needs improving.
who is declaring a temporary radio silence to all of it.