One of my favorite children’s books growing up was “Alexander and the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day.” If you’ve never read it, hustle to the library and find it.
That was today for me. Melba, unfortunately, had a worse day…please pray for her and her nephew Nick.
And it’s nothing adoption related.
Middle school kids – boys in particular – can be so difficult. And I had an 8th grade girl break down because her own father called her a B*&%$ this morning.
And I can’t have children?????????????????
But it was bad enough to make me wish I could start my maternity leave sooner than December 18th at 11:30 (when we dismiss for Christmas Break). Like today. Or yesterday.
And tomorrow is our meeting with our social worker (who is awesome and I love), but it’s at 9am way on the other side of town. I wish we’d made it for later. I’m nervous, I don’t really know why I want to talk to her – I just know I do. And I can’t really sleep in (which I only have – at most – 10 more Saturdays to sleep in!!!).
And I had a horrible dream last night. I was backing our truck out of the driveway and it spun out of control. I spun around and around and around until I crashed into a neighbor’s detached garage. Then the airbag popped and hit me in the face. I passed out, and when I came to, I realized no one knew it had happened, since it was so early in the morning. I finally reached my cell phone and called Keith (who was only 50 feet away in the house) and he came out to get me. I had huge cuts and bruises all over my face and neck. Keith took me in and this guy that I’ve meet twice (he’s Keith’s uncle’s good friend) was the EMT who looked me over.
The strangest part – when I called school for a sub, they told me they couldn’t find me a sub and I had to come in anyway.
I hope it’s simply about how I feel like my life is spinning out of control right now.
I hope it’s not an omen of something bad. I’m not usually superstitious about dreams… but adoption is changing my entire life it seems.