I realize that my posts haven't been very interesting of late. That's what happens when I'm busy freaking out about everything. Guess what? Still freaking out.
Dude finally called us back tonight and made a ridiculously low offer. L told him what our bottom line was, and he is supposed to call us back tomorrow. Based on his past performance, I assume that means we can expect to hear from him on Saturday? Who knows!
It's God's money, I know I have to let Him work it out. But of course, that is easier to say than to actually do. I am sure I will spend the time between now and 'the call'
alternately praying, not worrying, and curling up on the floor in the fetal position. Maybe I need a therapy buddy
I did email our adoption agency today, and we can expect to hear something by the end of next week. That's fine. I just needed to know what to prepare myself for. See, I can be calm!
Hey! Have you heard the one where Hatchling repeatedly bangs his 7-month old cousin over the head with a plastic bat? A rollicking good time was not had by all involved parties!
And now, I must drag my weary (and somewhat wearisome) bones to bed. Morning always seems to come too quickly (especially now that my sister is dropping off her progeny before my preferred wake-up time of not before 830!