1/15/08

I'm sitting down to write this post to keep myself from tearing my kitchen apart. I've ransacked the place trying to find something, anything, salty enough to satisfy my needs. Those who know me are quite familiar with my stress eating.

I've finally had to settle for pickled green tomatoes that my Dad put up this Summer. I'm cutting them with baby carrots. There is absolutely NO junk food in the house! Oh what I would give for some salt and vinegar potato chips right now!

The day started with my brother calling from the hospital. I could hear the wailing of a new baby boy in the background. He promised to call right back but I have not heard from him in hours. No info! No weight, length, NAME!!! Like all celebrities, my brother withholds information such as this until he can sell it to the press.

Then, while I was at the school in the middle of an auction meeting (yes its that time of year again) my social worker calls me. Having no luck with my husband's cell phone, my home phone, my cell phone, my brother (ahem), she finally tried the school.

The girls I wrote about earlier, are still available as the prospective parents were not willing to help keep sibling bonds with a brother and sister placed in another home. My SW had no problem telling their SW that we would LOVE to maintain sibling visits etc. The girls' SW wanted to meet at 8:45 am in a city 3 hours away on the day we were to leave at 4 in the morning to drive in the opposite direction 7 hours to DH's grandfather's funeral. The math didn't work out. We almost lost the meeting as the care provider has a full schedule but they decided to cut us a break as we couldn't possibly reschedule a funeral service.

So, next Wednesday we have a meeting with a SW known in the adoption community for being difficult to work with and tends to "ask inappropriate questions". Then we will meet the girls.

SW says she will doing everything within her power to be there with us. I have called my Mom, dangling two prospective granddaughters to add to the just arrived grandson, to have the kids spend the night next Tuesday so DH, SW and I can drive to "the big city" to try and impress a woman we have never met in the few minutes we are allotted.

Since there are TWO girls, we have to now get a move on with the addition to the house because it takes 8 weeks to get a three to a bedroom exception. That is, IF they are placed with us, and they can't be placed with us if we don't have another room or a three to a bedroom exception. At least the EXTERIOR is done right?

So, after THAT call, I got a call from the Adoption Agency I am on the advisory committee for and reminded I volunteered to locate photographers to participate in a Heart Gallery project for our tri-county area. The next meeting for the advisory committee is Thursday. So far I have 4 yeses and one maybe. I've left messages with others.

Then I get a call from the guy at our school who has always made sure we have a car to auction off. He said that I need to meet with the owner of the Toyota dealership on Friday (the day of the funeral) to make the presentation to get a Prius for the auction.

After my niece got dropped off at my house to spend the night we loaded up to go get the kids from school.

While standing by my daughter's classroom, every single one of her classmates tells me in front of every single other parent that the teacher wants to talk to me. My daughter is the loudest in telling me this. Seems that my daughter has an absolute cow when things aren't "just right". Her art projects, writing, reading, everything has to be perfect or she wants to do it completely over. She imparts this information in a very loud and dramatic fashion. The teacher tells me that she a lot more advanced than the other children (thank you very much) but she is becoming a disruption because of her "drama". She is afraid that the other children might start to get a complex if they see her work and theirs isn't even as good as her (terrible, horrible, worsest in the world) work. Ok, how the heck do I deal with this?

Ok, well, I better go make dinner before my PTA meeting tonight. I hope I get back early as I have Jury Duty tomorrow morning.

I would really appreciate some positive energy coming my way for my meeting on Wednesday (not subtle what so ever, hint, hint, hint)
And if any of you have advice for my obsessive daughter it would be great.