The plague has moved on to B. I was dozing this morning when I heard him retching in the bathroom.
Of course, H was having his stitches removed this morning, so we did the Working Parents' Shuffle - I stayed with B while he dropped S off at daycare and then went to his appointment. Then he came home and I went in to work.
So I've officially gone from frustrated but able to laugh about it and accepting and going with the flow to choking back tears and resisting the urge to yell at people who arent at fault.
I'm still at home. Called at 7, told no beds, call back at 9, no beds. Told to call back at noon.
Fuck this. This just sucks. Why so many bitches gotta be having babies this week?!?!
I need to just find some patience. It's ok. I'm fine. Sizzli is fine. This is fine. It sucks balls, but it's fine.
i know I should be happy and just revel in DS, but the adoption process is dragging me down. It's a month since the failed placement today. And we have a vague potential out there if we wanted to mess with foster care in Texas (extended family, sad case of baby born in the toilet, now in the system with rights not terminated yet). I'm tired of waiting, not knowing, but I'm not ready to tear down the nursery yet either.
Doesn't help that every so often DS makes a comment about Maricela. he wants a sibling so badly, but we're near the point where I don't want that big of an age gap. Right now it'd likely be 5 years.