Bee Bim My Head

This week things finally started moving again in the adoption world….things that actually impact Little Bro’s time lines. The door that has been shut since April is finally creaking open. It’s been so long since it closed that I find myself surprised to see it actually opening again (not that I ever thought it wouldn’t).

And it’s driving me to distraction.

Heaven forbid I attempt to work this week, even though we are chasing a big print deadline and I have hundreds of pages left to proof. Heaven forbid I be required to do anything that forces me away from the computer for more than a few hours….what if someone else hears something about anything!?!

Besides the cautious but genuine interest in how the process in Korea plays out over the next few weeks (and I know I do it to myself by getting invested in message boards), we recently heard that our agency is going to be getting a real update on Little Bro soon. One with development information and medical information and all sorts of stuff that actually makes a difference in how we go about preparing his transition (because how many teeth he has really doesn’t). For the record, we’re not worried about him, nor do we think that anything is amiss, but the last time we officially heard anything more than what pictures can tell us was in April 2010…when he was 9 months old. He’s 18 months old now, so it’s be nice to get a check in.

I have no idea when this information will come to me. I don't know if it will be a week or a month. It could be either. I'm prepared for either.

But one thing I have learned about myself is that I can be very patient when I have low expectations, but when I have high expectations (for example, when I know I am going to be getting some information), I'm about as patient as Little Bug is when he wants his blasted motorized train to "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO."

Poor, patient Appa. He's living in a house full of lunatics.

So I sit this afternoon. Unable to really commit to work or whatever when my head is mushing around with excitement and impatience. The high will wear off soon enough. The information will either come quickly or it won't, either way I'll get over it. The EP situation will lull for another month. My proofs will get done....

And someday none of this will matter.

Except for the proofs, of course. As good as I am getting at being a crazy time lines stalker, I'd like to keep my day job.