I confess that I have an opportunity to send Seth another care package with a friend who will traveling (VERY SOON I hope) to pick up her sweet boy and bring him home. I am completely stumped - what do we send our 2-year-old son? I plan on sending a few more pictures of our family, but have no idea whatsoever what else to send our special boy - a toy, a book, a puzzle, art supplies??? It needs to be small and light-weight for my friend to travel with. HELP!!!! What would you send if you had a 2-year-old son living in Ethiopia????????
I confess that I am CRAZY busy at work right now.
I confess that I sometimes get sad and jealous when I see SO many people passing us by in this adoption journey. Of course I am also happy for everyone at every point along the way - referral, passing court, documents to Nairobi, visa, travel - BUT it's sometimes just so hard to take when we have been waiting for so long, have so many unanswered questions, and still have no end in sight (or if there is an end at all). I know everyone has their own hurtles and crosses to bare, but it is hard not feel a bit sorry for myself and sometimes wish that it was us instead of them - Does that make me an awful person?
I confess that my grandma was the most hilarious senior, but only after she hit about 85 years. She was pretty quick in her old age (up until the last couple years at least). As a teenager I used to die of embarrassment by some of the things she would say to me, and in front of my boyfriend of all people... I look back now and I just howl at the thought. One of my favorites was the last thing she would say to you before she said good-bye - "If you can't be good...be careful" (this coming from my Roman Catholic grandmother). Another good one was when I took her from lunch to Boston Pizza and while she was looking at the menu she said "Oh well, will you look at that, a nooner (pizza). That's what your grandfather used to come home for in the middle of the afternoon." AHHHH, STOP, you're burning my ears.
I confess that Chad picked up our new armoire this week - I love it!!! But that's not the confession. When he went to pick it up he went to the back door of the store to load it in the van. One of the girls working there opened the big garage door and said she would be back soon and began to close the door. As she was walking away Chad slipped inside to stay warm before the door closed. As he was standing there waiting he overheard the girl say to her co-worker "OMG, you have to see the guy who is here picking up. He's sooooo cute!!!!" Well, OMG is right - talk about stroking an ego that does not need anymore stroking. He of course came straight home and told me while he literally strutted like a chicken while telling me the story. Oh please...
I confess that I am sooooo looking forward to our Vegas trip next month - I so need to get out of my own head.
I confess that spring cannot come fast enough. GO snow GO!!!
I confess that I NEVER answer the phone when I'm at home. The phone will be sitting right next to me and if I don't recognize the number (and even sometimes when I do), I just let it ring - Chad will jump up and run across the room before I'll reach over and answer it. Chad has accepted this about me and doesn't even question who will answer the phone, he knows it's him. AND if and when I do answer it, it is certain that the conversation will be a short one. IF you have had the opportunity to talk to me on the phone for more than five minutes consider yourself very special. Same goes with answering the door...even when I know who it is.
I confess that it takes me over a week to adjust to daylight savings - in the fall and spring. This goes for time changes when I travel too. In fact, I usually stay on MY time when travelling, then I don't have to adjust to a new time. I leave my watch on MY time and I always have to count to see what time it is whereever I am. However, this did not work in Ethiopia with the 9 hour time difference...