Monday, August 21, 2006

Catching Up

I haven't had a lot to say lately, mostly because I have been so busy and then too tired. I'm still missing the kids. It is so quiet around here. It doesn't help that Joe has been working at his part time job pretty much every single day, even on the weekends. Tonight he is working until midnight. I shouldn't complain, because we need the money, but I miss him. I was supposed to go to work today, but at the last minute decided not to. I have seven more days until the kids return, but I have major cleaning to do in our room. I'm hoping the painting had been done so I can get in there tomorrow and start decorating. I am planning on going in the rest of the week. Last night a friend and I attended a wedding for one of the girls that we grew up with at the stables. It was a beautiful wedding, but I wish Joe had been there with me. I spent the majority of the reception sitting at the table by myself. My friends were all out dancing, and I just didn't feel up to it. That pretty much sums up how I have been feeling lately. Blah. Irritable. Sad. Anytime I go somewhere, I just wish I was at home. I know it is the Prednisone making me feel this way. Knowing what is causing it does not make it easier to deal with. The drugs the kidney doctor gave me for the irritablity make me sleepy, so I stopped taking them. I am down to thirty milligrams of the Prednisone. I have to take it for four more months. If it wasn't working so well I would ask him if I could go off of it sooner. But it's working. So I guess I'm going to have to suck it up. Four months feels like an eternity. I want to feel normal again. I want to look normal again. I got my hair cut today. I had to stare at myself in a mirror for forty-five minutes. I had to look away. I can't believe how fat my face has gotten.
My friends say I shouldn't obsess so much over it, because it is the Prednisone causing it, and it will go away when I stop taking it. Well that's great, but it is still unattractive and makes me feel ugly and won't be going away for another four months. You won't be seeing any pictures of me for awhile. I'm so bummed we waited this long to take our dossier photos, because now I look obese in them. Speaking of our dossier, I found out today why our I171 has not been processed. They have been waiting for us to send them proof of Joe's citizenship. I had no idea. I sent them a copy of his passport today, but who knows how much longer this will delay us. It feels like this is never going to happen. Sorry this is such a downer. I'll be better tomorrow. Preparing the room for the year is one of my favorite parts of my job. New decorations, new toys and games, new kids. A new school year.

4 comments:

Joannah said...

Hang in there, Michelle. Give me a call if you need to talk! :-)

Shelley said...

Enjoy your decorating Michelle!

You look wonderful and you're doing what you need to do to bring baby Sophie home. She'll be one lucky little girl to have a Mom like you!

I'm sure the adoption will be smooth sailing from here on out.

Shell

Shelley said...

P.S. I'm ever hopeful the waiting process will speed up too. :)

Michele said...

Michelle,

I bet the I171H comes pretty quickly once they get Joe's passport. Usually if there is one thing holding it up, once it is recieved it is processed quickly. I hope so for your sake. As far as the picturs are concerned, you should go through the ones you already have. Even if they are a couple of years old, no one would know lol. I had more than I thought once I went through them. And if you don't have any with the two of you together, the ones you take NOW will still show the beautiful person you are!!! Just think, in 4 months, you will have part of your "wait" to Sophie over as well as the end of taking your Prednisone!!! Hang in there....
PS..I was a teacher for years too and setting the room up was always one of my favorite times of the year too. Now I am in administration and this time of year isn't as much fun LOL.

Michele, Mom to Emily and Alyssa
www.ourjourneytoalyssa.blogspot.com