I am so ready to burst right now, just not in a good way.
Today has, by far and away, been my most difficult day in dealing with this end-of-process wait. My blood pressure is so high right now that I can feel my pulse pounding in my ears.
I am so unbelievably mad and frustrated that it is nearly the END of September, and here we sit with no birth parent interview done. The one that could have been done at any time after Mother's Day.
I fully realize that it does no good to be mad and frustrated. Most days I completely get that, and while sad, I can go about my business just fine.
Today is not one of those days.
The unknowns of the wait are killing me.
The fact that I have the two most adorable homecoming outfits---summmer outfits--hanging in their closet-- that I need to put away because it will be to darn cold to wear them when they actually do come home-- is absolutely killing me.
I flip flop from wanting to punch something out to wanting to scream every cuss word I know to wanting to sit in a corner and wail. Please tell me I'm normal.
Tomorrow will be better, I know. Today I need to just get a grip; it's just that my blood pressure is not letting me.