This morning I gutted the double closets in our boys' bedroom. Moved Atticus' belongings to one side, and began to prepare the two little guys' side. I dumped out the tub of 3T clothing and began going through it, sorting, hanging, folding. Doing so probably sends a handwritten invite for Hell to break loose in our adoption, delaying it to the point where the boys will no longer fit in 3T clothing by the time they come home.
To even further tempt the devil, my mom, Hattie and I went outlet shopping yesterday. We bought the boys' coming home outfits, and bought all 3 boys matching swimsuits/t-shirts combos. They are so cute I could just cry looking at it all, hanging up in the closet.
We received the WONDERFUL word that 3 fellow adopting families are OUT of MOI!!! I am just thrilled for them, knowing that they are one HUGE step closer to bringing their rugrats home. I get butterflies in my belly, thinking that we should be getting very close now, as our files all went in around the same time.
I've decided to work on potty training with Paloma starting later this week. She's wicked smart, just strong-willed and wants to control EVERYthing. Well, guess what little girl, the winds are a-changing. For instance, she has not napped in over a week. Last week was a loooonnnnngggg week. By 4 pm she is so ornery she can't stand herself, and by 6:30 pm she is so overtired that she becomes hyper and is impossible to put to bed.
Today I *had* it with this whole ordeal, and I put her upstairs to nap. I had told her we were going upstairs to rest, and she ran out to the backyard, demanding playtime on the Rainbow. We swam all morning long at my mom's, so 'no.' It's naptime. Kicking, screaming at such a high decibel level that my eardrum hurt, I put her to bed.
Four times she came out, "I scared Momma! I scared!"
She's not scared; she's tired and she's stalling. I know when she is honestly scared, and she's no where near it. I hate the fact that she has chosen "I scared" over "I want a drink" or "One more story" or "No nap!" The "scared" thing makes me feel like a heartless monster.
I picked her up and moved her to Hatfield's room. "Okay, I go nigh nigh Momma," she said, tear-stained and absolutely exhausted. Two minutes later she's in dreamland.
Mom's Nerves: -100