Sometimes you need a good mix-tape (and don't pretend you don't)

Dh burned some songs onto a cd, and included some that make him think of me. (He loves his iTunes). Though in fairness to me, the inclusion of Meet Virginia involves the rewriting of lyrics and some words about trips to McDonalds.
But it includes more obvious and more necessary choices, like Ten Thousand Maniacs' These are the Days, a good candidate for best song in the universe. It also includes Alanis Morissette's That I Would be Good:

That I would be good, even if I did nothing.
That I would be good, even if I got the thumbs down.
That I would be good, even if I got and stayed sick.
That I would be good, even if I gained 10 pounds.

That I would be fine, even if I went bankrupt.
That I would be good, if I lost my hair and my youth.
That I would be great, if I was no longer queen.
That I would be grand, if I was not all-knowing.

That I would be loved, even when I'm not myself.
That I would be loved, even when I am overwhelmed.
That I would be loved, even when I am fuming.
That I would be loved, even when I am clinging.

That I would be good, even if I lost my sanity.
That I would be good, whether with or without you . . .

I wish I could just post the song here, but I don't know how. And if I could, I'd also post dh's cover of Brown Eyed Girl (if you haven't heard it, you should hear it. It rocks).

But I'm not that far post-double-deck-tape-recorders just yet.

Panic a Little Less

I decided to be inconsolable til noon, melancholy for awhile afterward, and reasonable from there on. So far that's working for me (though there are moments when unreason breaks through).

Dh spoke with the coordinator of our program today. She did say that due to changes in the program the only thing she can promise is that our daughter will be home by the end of the calendar year. But she also said that our program's agent in Ethiopia still believes that we will be processed before the court closings. So long as someone remains optimistic, we'll keep just a little quiet hope that we won't have to wait til October.

And if we do have to wait til October, we'll get ready for a sibling set.

Panic

We're not going to make the court closing cutoff and it isn't our fault and I just can't talk about it now but I promise I will soon and at one point we thought we would be preparing to bring our third child home next year and instead we'll still be waiting.

(And how do I tell my four-almost-five year old?)

Nobody Panic

We've decided not to panic.
There is a rumor that Ethiopian courts will close for two months longer this year than last. If this is so, courts would be closed from June-September. If our paperwork (and I.'s) is processed before June, we could still bring her home during that time (though as you know, July travel is near-impossible for us). If it is not processed before then, we will not be bringing our daughter home until October, at the earliest. In that case, we would have to decide whether to receive a referral in that time period, knowing who we cannot bring home, knowing that she's growing without us for four months, or have our agency hold the referral until after that time so our wait remains abstract. But it already isn't very abstract as it is (please see the picture posted below).
We heard of this rumor on dh's 30th birthday.
Thankfully it's only a rumor. So we don't have to panic.

Oh, and it isn't jetlag. It's the flu.

Me and I., a Bird and Some Grass

Dear I.,
Please come home soon.

Please check the number and dial again

A couple of weeks ago, one of my son's classmates was chewing thoughtfully on a plastic letter. "You don't want to eat that!" I said. He responded, "Your call cannot be completed as dialed. Please check the number and dial again." I laughed, and asked if that's how he responded when his parents said something he didn't want to hear. "No," he said emphatically, and with sparkling eyes, "I ask, 'Why are you concerning yourself with something you know nothing about?!'"

I should have taken a page from his phone book tonight.

The Republican National Committee called to thank me for my loyal support (?!), and to ask for continued (?!) support, since - as "we" know - campaign finance laws prohibit corporate funding of political campaigns. Didn't I want to prevent the loss of the majority we'd worked so hard to gain?! Stifling a giggle, I said he'd have to speak with the man of the house, who would enjoy this call far more than I. He responded nervously, reading from his script: "Ma'am, it sure sounds like you're a loyal Republican, aware that household spending must be a joint decision." Indeed. Pause. "But you wouldn't want us to overspend. That would make us Democrats."

My young telemarketer friend had not read (or understood) the President's budget. Either that, or he's a millionaire. A millionaire who apparently had no idea who he was calling.

An Other Time

I'm jetlagged. Still. After a quick trip to a destination with just a three hour time difference from home, I don't know when to sleep, when to eat. I do too much of one and not enough of the other. Perhaps it isn't jetlag, but a delayed recovery from a five hour delay, which had unfolded by increments ranging from 1/2 hour to 5 minutes, always keeping us on the edge of our unbelievably uncomfortable seats. At the last, we had a plane, a pilot, and no flight crew. Once we had a crew, we had 18 minutes to board. There was no way I was going to make it back before bedtime, as I had promised.

I've learned several things that I'd like to share with you:

Do not fly through O'Hare. Do not fly on Oscar night with the expectation that you will make it home for any portion of the Oscars. Do not ask the airport staff to change the channel - they are not authorized to allow you to watch the Oscars, or anything other than Headline News. But, if you've TiVoed the Oscars, Headline News will spoil it for you.

Do not ask for valium. I didn't, but apparently "fifteen people" had asked the customer service agent for that particular service, which he regretfully could not provide.

Do not expect your patience to be rewarded. It was still just a beverage flight, after all that.

Nothing is in your control.

Do not fly through O'Hare.

I talked to a couple on their way back from a Carribean cruise. I talked to a family with four(!) of the best behaved boys I've ever seen. I talked on the phone to a loved one on bedrest, many time zones away. She's been on bedrest for five weeks already. Her baby will be born soon (we hope for two more weeks) and that baby will be a miracle. She already is.

I talked to a young serviceman on the way home, and a navy retiree. The latter said she was only ever aware of "real" time between Friday afternoon and 6 am Monday morning. But I am aware, at almost every moment, of the passage of time.

Sometimes it moves too slowly. Five years ago, I was on bedrest, willing the time to move faster, that we could just get closer to term. (Though the first time I was hospitalized I wanted to halt time -stretch it out - so I could have more of it with my little boy still healthy and safe). Recently a judge's vacation in Addis Ababa delayed court processing of children waiting for parents, and parents waiting for referrals. There are about 22 families waiting for their baby girls before we'll be referred ours. It could take three more months.

But most of the time, it moves too fast. We just received a letter welcoming us to kindergarten for the fall.

Please arrive at the airport two hours prior to boarding for check-in procedures. Your short flight will be delayed for five hours. You'll lose time on the trip, and you'll never get it back.

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(see Isikoff. Newsweek 13 Mar 2006)