I have to tell you, I'm glad this week is over with. Griffin has been sick all week (since the dance...Was his date
really sick?) with a fever & cough. Ian had it the week before and missed a couple days of school. I have been popping vitamins all week because I'm terrified of becoming it's next victim. I hate feeling like my house is crawling with germs. ICK!
I had treatment #3 (acid) on the damn wart foot. I had it done on Monday and was limping around for several days. That damn wart just doesn't want to give up. It's a fighter, but I won't let it win. I've come too far. It wasn't as bad as treatment #2. The last one brought tears to my eyes when I tried to walk. Who would have known this would have been such a big deal.
Keith started Hope's new closet on Tuesday. He only worked the one day and then had outside work (for someone else) to do since our Michigan weather actually was nice for a couple days. He promises to be back on Monday. I have this anxious feeling all of a sudden that I want to get moving on the rooms. I'm not sure why. We need to pick out paint and get the flooring for the closet this weekend. I can't wait to finally start Ava's room. I think I'm finally ready.
In adoption news.....My body feels physically drained this week with the adoption rollercoaster. I am always on edge the week that referrals are expected. The fact that it is rumored that referrals have been sent & the cut-off remains top secret is getting old. Really old. I'm really pulling for all the August families and hoping that they will know something soon. Unfortunately, it looks like there will be no news until Monday. I have found myself believing that things are about to speed up. I'm setting myself up for a big fall if I'm wrong. Why do I do it? Need. To. Protect. My. Heart.
I had a nice surprise in the mail yesterday. My Secret Pal sent me a couple wonderful gifts. I will post pictures tomorrow. One of my gifts was a book & I have hardly been able to put it down. Thank you, SP. I only have a couple chapters to go and it's calling for me. Nighty night.