We're in limbo right now, waiting to see if we'll get an SDA appointment for our adoption before the cut-off of July 11th in Danil's country. So, for all of last week, and possibly the next 2 weeks, I'm living in this constant state of "what-if". It's hard to wrap my mind around "2 weeks" or "approximately 3 months".
I have 1/2-packed suitcases, a 1/2-stocked pantry, and I've been running the boys to the doctor's office every other day, it seems. Chase and Guy can't kick this cold/cough/ear infection thing that they have had going on since the beginning of June, and I certainly can't leave them for my mother-in-law sick and needing medical attention right off the bat, so my usual "let's see what happens" approach isn't very helpful right now.
I feel like I have a ton of stuff to do, and I get to a little of it every day, and then I look around at the end of the day (or at the beginning or middle, frankly), and my list gets bigger and bigger, and I am completely stressed out about everything all over again.
I'm in the middle of appealing the boys' placements for school next year and Chase needs an OT/sensory evaluation.
I have to pack this week for either: 1) Becky's wedding in Indiana, which I am supposed to leave for on Thursday, OR 2) Ukraine, depending on if we get our appointment this week or not. Those are two VERY different occasions to fill a suitcase for!! GAH.
I suppose I'd get a lot more done if I wasn't updating my blog with all this whining. That is, of course, if I didn't have two little helpers who take more things OUT of the said suitcase/box/closet/laundry basket than I put in.