Can this day get any longer?
Today by far had to be the longest day of the year...or at least I thought it was. Never ending. I can't even begin to describe it therefore I won't to save your soul.So, lets talk babies. I haven't heard from Lance yet so I have no idea what my auntie status is and I hate to bother him if he is bonding with Parker. I will have plenty of time to talk about him later.
So - Lloyd and I and adoption. So far so good.
We finally got the ten tons of paperwork completed and also coughed up the $3k hairball that they want from you before they will really look at you as a serious party.
With that we started right away with a series of meetings to answer some of those unknown questions and to give a feel to our social worker on how good of parents/mentors/babysitters we would be. We think we rock but we need to have an unbiased option to say yea or nay to us to get us the goods.
Now we are looking for a child up to the age of five in North Dakota. This broadens things a lot but also can be a bit of a concern. A five year old. Stubborn five year old. I am a stubborn four year old so I can imagine somewhat what we are getting into but as I think about it - it's important to me to have a little person in my life thus suck it up and take some lumps woman.
Lloyd is so happy about it he is about ready to pop. Eager beaver he is. He also decided that the Big Brothers/Big Sisters program would be a good fit for him so he is doing that as well. He has a little brother named Carson, he's nine. Full of energy. Makes me tired just looking at him but the sweetest nine year old I have ever seen. He LOVES to give me hell, and with him and Lloyd double teaming me I have to thicken my hide a bit but its all in good fun.
Carson came over a few weeks ago and when Lloyd picked him up he asked, "I hope that Deb isn't sweating like a pig."
Well guess what? I was. I was mowing the damn lawn again. It never fails this kid sees me out in my yard doing something but let me tell you, my yard currently doesn't boast that well. I need to trim and get my garden propped up. I have a few raisin laying fur balls running around my neighborhood that are eating my stuff. I let the girls out to go chase the little bastards but they seem to come back and crap in our yard. Their toxic little turds burn our grass so I have been a bit pissed off at the fuzzy bunnies so I have really let Mollie and Torrie run. I am not sure short of shooting them and making hossenfeffer out of their carcasses will deter them from my acres of flora.
But Carson has been interesting. Lloyd and I are learning how hard it is to control a nine year old and still be cool. We don't' want him to hate us but we don't want to replace his mom either so there is a delicate balance of ying and yang going on. Time will tell if we are going to live past his 10th birthday or if he will pistol whip us while we take him home one of these evenings.
And on top of all the ten tons of crazy that we have going on - our basement flooded with all the lovely rain that the farmers have been just ***dying*** for. Well now that you can't get in your field, how about you bring your ass into town from the farm and paint my basement. Then when you are done you can lay carpet and move all the furniture which is piled in closets back to where it belongs. The 42 inch tv in the bedroom will likely be a toss up so you can leave that. No, you can't put it in your truck and take it back to the ranch, let the son of a bitch sit where it's at.
So we picked out carpet which I think will be nice. It's different than what we had but that is okay as we are going to need to update everything as we go in the next few years anyway. Heck, we have replaced all the flush valves on our toilets (this is important unless you like to bend over after you do your business and turn the water on so you can flush) and actually got a new potty after we broke Lloyd's tank on his. That ring around the base of the toilet is actually meant to be a cushion and does not go flat...you break the bottom of the the tank if you keep on a crankin'. Oops. But now he has a handicapped toilet (no shit, literally!) as it is about three to four inches higher off the floor. I swear my feet don't hit the floor if I use it so I don't. I don't like strange toilets. I get the stage fright on them.
Back on point: We will be painting the office a warm buff, it's not white, it's a deep putty color, a tan if you will. The Bathroom may get the same paint as it is in need of something, it looks so empty and cold.
The game room will stay red, I need to touch up the walls but that is the extent of it - thank god. I am looking forward to getting the basement back together as everything is crammed in closets and in our upstairs. It functions but you forget what it is like to loose space like that. I am so proud we are not pack rats otherwise we would be strangling each other in the bathtub.
with that I will stop for today. Tomorrow...diet central. The Suhrs finally learned out to eat foods that aren't fried, greased, or buttered.
posted by Deb @ 7:41 PM
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