Unexpected

As those who follow my Twitter feed probably already know, I got myself all worked into a tizzy last night. I made the mistake of logging on to my old adoption agency’s website to look at their waiting children, at which point I read one child’s profile and promptly decided that maybe, MAYBE he was supposed to be ours.

I don’t know why I even logged on there in the first place, especially because Mr. A and I are supposedly D.O.N.E. adding children to this family.  Actually, I do know why I looked. It was because I read a thread on some adoption message board lamenting the lack of available Chinese children for adoption which annoyed me. I just thought I would go and see for myself it that was true.

There were a bunch  of kids on my agency’s waiting child list.  A LOT.  I won’t lie, some of them had very severe or multiple special needs.  Others, though, had what seemed to be pretty manageable special needs.  The little boy who caught my eye had two issues, neither of which were scary or a deterrent for me.  Nor was his age, which was about 1 year younger than L.

Poor Mr. A.  When he landed in Detroit on the first leg of his trip, he got a phone call from me basically saying “Hey, do you want another kid?  There is a boy who seems very interesting.”  To his credit, he neither called me crazy nor did he hang up on me.  He asked for time to think and for us to discuss it when he gets home later this week.  He also asked that I not give him any information about the specific kid in question. A request I honored, but with much difficulty.

I called my agency this morning to find out a little more information about their waiting child program.  Fortunately, I learned that little boy’s file is currently being reviewed by another family.  This is good news because now we can discuss the possibility without feeling like we are the only family willing to consider this kid. Hopefully, it will be easier to be rational without that little face in our minds.

And maybe this conversation will help cement what is next.  Maybe we really are done?  I am really happy in my life right now and I don’t necessarily feel like there is anyone missing in our family. On the other hand, I don’t feel like another kid is 100% out of the question.  I have no idea what Mr. A might be thinking right now.  We shall see, we shall see.

Biting the Bullets

Odds and ends that could be entire posts, but aren’t:

  • The last couple weeks have been extremely hectic and unpleasant.  I blame Mr. A who volunteered to write a brief he didn’t have to write. Granted, it was so important it will go on his resume, but he is working WAY too much to be paid as little as he is being paid at this job.  He also has to go out of town for the next few days, which makes me unhappy given the fact that the children have barely seen him in the last week and I am teetering on the edge of serious parenting burn out.  On Thursday, though, you will hear me make a huge sigh of relief as we hopefully all return to our regular groove.
  • Adding to our busy-ness is the fact that I found a new Chinese class for M.  It is an experimental program that meets two days a week for 1.5 hours each.  It is the Chinese class of my dreams.  During the first session, I was so happy I almost cried.  The class has 9 other kids and several professional teachers and is a full-immersion program.  This should not be confused with the regular Chinese school program, the new class  is intensive, well-designed language education.
  • With the addition of M’s new classes, we were doing Chinese no less than SIX days a week:  Sunday – regular chinese school for M, Monday-new Chinese class, Tuesday -  Chinese tutor for both L and M, Wednesday – Original Chinese tutor for M, Thursday- new Chinese class for M, Saturday – FCC Chinese school for L and Chinese tutor with her cousin S on the weeks there is no FCC school.  I talked to M’s Wednesday tutor and we are going to drop that session until the New Year to see if the  new program continues.  So now, we only have Chinese 5 days a week.  What a relief! (Yes, that is a little bit of sarcasm there.) It is almost enough to make me wish we had moved to D.C. so the kids could go to that free Chinese immersion school.
  • The fact that we do 5 days of Chinese lessons has led me to admit that I actually am one of those parents who will need a huge planner to keep track of all the classes my kids have scheduled. Yes, we are those parents.  No, I don’t think it is bad for my kids.
  • Yesterday, Mr. A and I had to put in the storm windows.  This is absolutely my #1 most hated job related to our house.  This time was particularly sucky because we had stashed them in the basement to hide them while trying to sell the house, so we had to drag all 57 of them back upstairs. (Ok, not really 57.  14.  But all 14 were effing heavy.)  There was much cursing and nashing of teeth during the installation process.
  • Last night we did our annual Moon Festival celebration.  It was pretty lame because it was too cloudy to see the moon and we ate take out Vietnamese food (see above mentioned exhaustion).  The only thing noteworthy about the whole thing was that damn, L can seriously snarf down some mooncakes.  I think she ate two all by herself.  Blergh.