It's been almost two months since we received our referral form Elian and I really expected that by now we would be packing our bags for Colombia and be able to finalize adoption before the Colombian courts close for their month long winter recess. But over the past week it's been becoming clear that it's just not going to happen and I'm really depressed. It's a financial difficulty because going in January will require Arnold to take more unpaid leave but that's nothing compared to waiting at least another month knowing our little boy is waiting for us. So yeah, that's where we are. I'm sad and pissed off. Three months is a lifetime of changes for a child that small. So I've been having a little pity/pissed-off party all week. Nutella and I spent a lot of time curled up on the couch. Occasionally to take a break I throw things around the house a bit, it's strangely soothing... Don't worry, just light weight stuff like the mail.
I'm giving myself a little more time to wallow and then I'm getting over it already. If I'm still whining a month form now remind me that I've got to baby-proof the house before Elian gets here.