Here's What's Happening

I seem to have lost my mind. It's been a five day work week, and we're only on day four. Little Sister is on a big preschool strike which constitutes an hour of unraveling the ten thousand reasons why she doesn't want to go into preschool on the much-too-long ride to work. This week? a fake runny nose, a newly discovered very-old scar on her hand from a newborn surgery that obviously needed a Toy Story Band-Aid, of which we had none, a whimsical plan to dash away to Build-A-Bear and Disney World with her Daddy, and of course, she needed to go home and tea party. I can hardly blame her, most mornings I just want to stay home too.

Tomorrow afternoon a Guardian ad Litem will be stepping into our home to size our family up for adoption. She'll be looking and listening and furiously taking notes. It will be her job to tell the judge if she thinks adoption is the right thing here, if our girl has bonded with us, if we're crazy or not. You can't win them all.

Little Sister caught me in a weak spot this evening and begged to pull out the rice, so I agreed. I was running low on energy and the rice seemed like a good thirty minute reprieve. I sat at the kitchen table, and she on her mat in the floor. She riced. I Instagrammed. It was all going so nicely, until the rice went flying. Minutes later my entire kitchen floor was covered in dyed rice and Little Sister had split. Law.

We're sitting on the couch now watching Toy Story 3 until Daddy gets home to do his famous tuck-in routine. Our tall boy had a track meet tonight and I stayed home with the middle and the little to clean the house. It was a great idea in theory. I'll swoop in tomorrow and tidy things up last minute before she arrives and all will be well.

Tomorrow we'll start counting down our last 10 days until adoption. We are beside ourselves excited. Her party is really starting to come together. We're still crunching numbers to see if we can make her trip happen. She's already going in her mind. Eleven days from now we won't be any more of a family than we are today. We're already doing life here together. We're in a groove, rice and all. But this court thing is a big deal and we're so ready for it to set things straight.

If you have a minute to pray for our meeting tomorrow, please do. If you need the key to my house so that you can come shine things up, you know how to get me. :)

God is good, all the time!