A bad night turned into a worse morning, when, awake with Paloma at an ungodly hour, I flipped open Good Housekeeping, and there she was: my mirror image.
The title of the article?
"Have You Let Yourself Go?"
Yes, I have turned into Miss Schlumpfy. A past-due haircut hair, layered clothing, schlumpfy canvas purse, ugly sandals. The model is my size, my complexion, my hair and eye color. Ugh.
Really, I would expect to find myself to be rated this in a Glamour or Vogue magazine. But Good Housekeeping?!? Are ya kidding? No, apparently not.
I am waaaayyyy too young to be feeling this way, so something's gotta change. Now it's just a matter of finding the time; that should be a cakewalk, because after all, every homeschooling mother of 3 has time to conduct a self-image overhaul.
Honestly, I would think that today is Monday instead of Friday. I just want to crawl into bed and stay there for quite a while. Haitian adoption timelines are being hand delivered to Hell in a Handbasket, courtesy of The Corrupt. What went from ONE bottleneck that was systematically working it's way down the line (and one that I was naive enough to believe would be nonexistent as we worked our way through the system), has somehow turned into bottlenecks in EVERY stage of their adoption cycle. The step that I'm in will not release files for "some time" while an audit is being done by UNICEF, which is a solidly ANTI-adoption organization and probably is in no hurry to get things moving right along. But does it even matter? The steps after are just as bogged down.
My emotional spectrum has been from wanting to scream, to being weepy, to now feeling just numb. This ride is crazy, and at this point, I'm not enjoying it at all.