Timing is Everything

Let me set the scene for you: The dishes are done. The dogs and cat are fed. The house is quiet, mostly because Andrew and Patrick are outside (ahhh sweet peace), and I think, "what a great time to type out a quick update". First mistake, even thinking that I had a moment of quiet before 10:00 p.m. Then I hear crying from outside. "Should I go?" "Should I wait and see if it stops?" I decide I'd better mosey outside because I assume, correctly, that something has to be wrong. Second mistake, going outside. Why you ask? Whatever did you find? I'm just warning you, you asked for it. Somehow, in the dimming light of evening, Andrew had managed to step in dog poop. Yep, that right, I said dog poop. Grossed out? So was I. So was he. I'm sorry, but I'm just keepin it real. So instead of that quick post, I got to spend some quality time with my son's beloved boot, a water hose, and some really stinky dog poop. I'm just going to go ahead and tell you that between my animals and my kid, about 50% of my life deals with poop in some form or fashion. As everyone has gotten older it has gotten better, I think it used to be more like 75%. And now that I've dedicated an entire paragraph to poop, I think I most likely lost at least half of the people that read this blog. Honesty is not always the best policy.

For those of you still reading, I talked to our caseworker today. She is always so peppy and happy and full of excitement. I like talking to her, it puts me in a good mood. I'm pretty sure I could tell her that yesterday Patrick and I lost our minds for a little while and decided to rob a bank, and she could put some sort of positive spin on it. Don't worry we are no modern day Bonnie and Clyde. We couldn't pull it off. We would get in an argument. Just joking. Anyway, back to adoption. She (meaning our caseworker) explained some the upcoming paperwork a little more today, and after our conversation, I think it will be more like June or July before we can file our dossier. That's okay. I'm learning to let things happen in there own time. Not that I'm lazy about getting things done, but more that I don't wear everyone and myself out trying to get them done. Please remind of that, when I'm all frazzled and insane acting come June.

So that's about all I know for tonight. I'm outta here. Have a great Friday.

Ecclesiastes 3

A Time for Everything

 ¹ There is a time for everything,
   and a season for every activity under the heavens:
 ² a time to be born and a time to die,
   a time to plant and a time to uproot,
 ³ a time to kill and a time to heal,
   a time to tear down and a time to build,
 ⁴ a time to weep and a time to laugh,
   a time to mourn and a time to dance,
 ⁵ a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
   a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
 ⁶ a time to search and a time to give up,
   a time to keep and a time to throw away,
 ⁷ a time to tear and a time to mend,
   a time to be silent and a time to speak,
 ⁸ a time to love and a time to hate,
   a time for war and a time for peace.