Continued Crazies

At some point, this craziness is gonna stop.  Maybe after Sunday.

So, my schedule goes thusly:
Tonight, I have a massage.  This is bliss.  I'm also making a big family diner.
Tomorrow my husband has an appointment in the morning, we have Tae Kwon Do in the evening, both the kiddos' class and ours. I'll need to stop by the town sheriff's office tomorrow to see if we can get the "we are not criminals" letter from them, notarized.  (Oh, I also need to stop by the doctor's office tomorrow too)
Friday afternoon is two of our fingerprinting appointments, and Friday evening is the kiddos' martial arts belt testing, along with a large meal for the Bible Study crew.  Blessings to the inventor of crockpots.
Then Saturday we have a home visit with the social worker, which is a surprise since I forgot we talked about having a meeting this weekend.  I was all psyched up for the one on the 12th, but evidently we need another face-to-face meeting, and had talked about having it this weekend.  Saturday night is dinner with friends.
Sunday, Philip is preaching and it's also my sister's baby shower (which I'm partly in charge of).
Monday is a pleasant nothing.

I was reminded I forgot to schedule fingerprinting appointments, which need to be done before Sunday, and I also need to help my cousin with hers-- I hate asking things of her, but this sorta needs to happen soonish.

I refuse to deep-clean the house for the social worker.  We live here.  I have two small children and a husband and a life, and am just not gonna stress about cleaning.  However, I should probably put away the clean, folded laundry that's currently residing on the couch.  Details.

Our SW mentioned needing individual interviews with each family member, inducing the kiddos.  Mama-bear came out, and I needed to confirm that we would be able to be in the room during the kiddos' interview. She will double check on this, but both Philip and I feel strongly that one or the other of us will begin the room during that interview.  It's not that we don't trust her.  It has nothing to do with trust, but rather our 3 and 4 year olds being interviewed apart from mama.  Not cool.  Evidently it is mostly questions about how they feel about a new little sibling, and if they have any questions about adoption.  My Facebook "India Adoption" Group peeps are telling me not to worry, so I'll try to believe them.  But, we will be at the interview.

At the moment, I need to be writing some letters for the Dossier, need to bug the Husband about getting some financial reports done, and bug my reference letter peeps about getting those to me soonish.

The medical reports are on target, I think.  Oh, we need to stop back by the doctor's office tomorrow to show a negative TB test. The kiddos needed the skin test, which we had yesterday at Philip's physical appointment.  They were rockstars- even though it involved needles and a little pain, neither cried, and both were incredibly brave.  This is a HUGE improvement over the last (and only) time Anya had to give blood, where the entire staff in that wing knew us because of her screams.

Hopefully I covered all my bases with the medical stuff.  I really don't want to have to redo anything. I even had a nightmare about it.

Got some great friends praying for me.  It's really really hard not to tell other friends about this process, and I really REALLY hope they take it well that I've been hiding this from them for months. We had a play date today with a friend, and she was asking what was going on in life, etc.  It seemed natural to explain about all the craziness, but I couldn't really.  I'm proud of the kiddos for keeping their mouths shut about it too-- They aren't excited yet, but it is something that is taking up some of mama's time and it would be reasonable for them to talk about it.

This last week, Philip and I were in Cuba for a week.  I can't express how wonderful it was.  Just the time with Philip, with no obligations or responsibilities, no technology, no children, and no meals to prep.  For reals, I felt so refreshed!  It was so good for Philip and I too, just to spend that time together apart from the stress of every day life.  We had some good laughs and good talks.

Ok, I need to be done procrastinating the letter-writing.  Tchau!