With everything going on in the world, you’d think I’d have had more to say. Or at least I thought I should have something to say… and then decided that riots in Cairo and Wisconsin will do what they’ll do without my saying anything at all about it, even if the fallout on the gas prices and following general inflation will be everyone’s problem.
Digging and paperwork, however, are all my problem. If I don’t do them, they don’t get done.
Photos of digging will be up over the weekend, or as soon as the sun comes back out. In true (and predictable) housewyf fashion, I have been out almost every night past sunset, which doesn’t make for good photos. (Am I the only one who takes portable lights outside to keep digging? Wait, don’t answer that…)
In the meantime, however, let me explain the paperwork complaint. (No, it’s not taxes, which DH does.) We’re adopting again! Or, at least, we’re starting the paperwork. Which is to say, it’ll be months before I can declare the paperwork done, then months after that before we will be ready to choose a waiting child. Yes, we’re going back to China, and we are not doing the normal path. We’re looking at children with special needs, which, unlike here, usually means medical issues, not massive developmental delays. And we’re looking for a boy.
The kids have argued over who gets him in their room (boys go in the boys’ room, y’all) and what to name him (after a saint, thanks, and that’s mom and dad’s job). They’re getting excited, although we had to explain it would be a bit. 🙂
I approach telling the blogosphere with a lot less trepidation than what I felt telling relatives. And that’s just sad. The one adoptee in the immediate family was ecstatic (Thank God for her! (Yes, I know you lurk; hi!)). The other sibling was sort of, “Oh, good,” but about as unenthusiastic as he usually is about anything I do (I’m Catholic. I’m a conservative. Therefore, I must be an idiot.). (You know how Mary and Zechariah respond to the angel’s announcements of Jesus and John the Baptist’s impending conceptions with almost the same questions? Mary gets answers and Zechariah gets muted for nearly a year. It wasn’t the questions, it was the attitude.) And the parents… well, it wasn’t pretty.
“But it’ll be hard!” No s***, and if we quit when it got hard, we would’ve quit when we hit the infertility and had no children. Lots of things are hard, some of them are worth it; grow up.
“But the physical defects could come with mental issues…” Yes, I’m a complete idiot and haven’t researched anything, we just jumped into this without thinking. Thanks for the confidence vote.
“You can’t save all of them, Kathy!” Why think, when you can just be insulting? I don’t know why I tell them anything, sometimes. Granted, this was also the person who yelled at me for “letting your religion run your life!” when we said we wouldn’t do IVF because it’s immoral, so my expectations were pretty low. But this was shockingly low, especially as a first reaction.
And, of course, the mandatory, “So, you’re done after this one, right?!?” I could go on at length about the bizarre sickness in society that makes someone reply to the joyful announcement of a new grandchild on the way with the annoyed demand that this had better be the last adorable, lively, lovable grandchild to come home or else!
But I won’t.
On a lighter note, my DH has pointed out that getting me “paperwork pregnant” wasn’t all that fun, and it seems to be draining the checking account at an alarming rate. (All kinds of wisecracks about letting the kids watch or “the pen being mightier than the sword” will be left to your imaginations.) 😉 At least the “gestation” won’t be three years this time.
The first ream of paperwork is done (I’m only exaggerating the volume slightly), and the first round of checks is in the mail. ($2000 here, $2000 there, pretty soon you’re talking about real money! (and if you don’t laugh about it, you’ll cry, so we try to laugh about the insane cash outflow right now. Ouch.)) Hey, I used to kill trees for democracy (which is to say, I used to be a naval officer), so I may hate the paperwork, but I can churn it out at lightening speed. 🙂
Which gives me time to go dig in the garden until I can barely stand up straight. (Because there isn’t much more nesting to be done in the house, so I’m going nuts in the garden.) 🙂