Trucking Along

Meanwhile back at the ranch . . . we don't really live on a ranch (just in case you didn't know that), I just like to over use idioms in everything I write. It's a really bad habit of mine. Anyway, as I was saying, we've been working on our international adoption training and workbook. It's required before we can complete our homestudy. The training courses are online and have a lot of good information. You can work at your own pace (and there's not a test at the end) so it's not too bad. Now the workbook . . . it's kind of thick . . . like twenty chapters thick. It requires a lot of introspective thinking. And we have to take turns answering the questions. If you know my husband, he's not much into introspective thinking or question answering. So at night, when we sit down to eat dinner, I bust out the workbook. I figure dinnertime is the perfect time to do a little multi-tasking, dig down deep, and bare our souls. Patrick, not so much. Apparently, he wants to enjoy his dinner. What's up with that? He's not nearly as into multi-tasking as his wife. So we decided to wait until we were done eating to answer any deep probing questions. The upside is we won't send in a completed workbook with dried spaghetti sauce on it. We've actually finished 6 chapters . . . only 14 more to go.