We've hit a hiccup in the adoption. I can't go into details but it's a hiccup that could turn into some serious indigestion. Which could then turn into some sort of intestinal issues, I'm pretty sure. Or it could just be a hiccup.
(And this is why I should have paid more attention in lit class when learning about effective analogies.)
And, second verse same as the first, Russ is in another country than us while adoption drama hits the fan.
If you need me, I'll be hiding in a closet with a box (or two)(give or take 5) of girl scout cookies. Probably singing Ace of Base.
(what? you're coping strategies might look different than mine, and that's okay. My new therapist says so.)
(Her name is Dr. Thin Mint if you're looking for one.)
I got a text from a friend this morning that read, "He's got this". As in Him. Which was so handy considering I was at work and blubbering/crying is a totally acceptable form of customer service.
This may screw things up. This may add more financial strain (my fav!). This may add more time away from family and real life. But if I've learned a.n.y.t.h.i.n.g. from Guate07, it's that He's got this. It may not look how I want it to right away, but in the end, He's got this, He's got us, He's got this little guy's future tucked safely in his palm.