That's right everyone, according to my doctor I am sane. Spastic? Yes (if you haven't seen me trip over my own feet for no apparent reason you are missing something funny). Weird? Maybe a little. Obssessive? Sometimes. Hyperactive? Only when I have more than one cup of coffee in a short amount of time (that's another story for another time). But crazy I am not. That's good news when it comes to adoption. Patrick's also normal. I'm using the word normal loosely . . . sorry honey I'm just kidding . . . sort of. No one passed out, and there wasn't a big drama at the doctor's office. So as much as I would love to regale you with stories of people (i.e. Patrick) passing out on the floor or someone just totally not doing their job and messing everything up, it just ain't gonna happen (like how I busted out with the word ain't?). The biggest issue I have is with the doctor's scale. I feel that it weighs ten a few pounds too heavy. At least that's what I like to tell myself. No I didn't just polish off half a box of Hot & Spicy Cheez-Its . . . those things are addictive . . .
So that's one more thing checked off our list. We are working on finishing the adoption training and workbook. I feel like I'm back in college where I was constantly reading and studying. The problem is, while I read and study I need to eat. Which kind of explains the half empty box of Cheez-Its that someone devoured. I'm blaming Andrew at this point.
Now you'll have to excuse me. I'm going to run 27 miles.
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.
