This week, I get to call all of our utility providers and try to get them to turn on our new utilities without turning off our old utilities after we close on the new house (which will occur a week from Friday, if all goes well). Also, I get to go to at least one office to put down a deposit, whilst my son throws himself on the floor and demands to leave, and then will not leave, while I simultaneously hoist the heavy carseat containing my niece and drag my son, hoping not to dislocate his arm since he has gone limp with angst. I can only hope that this scenario is contained to one office.

On Saturday, our social workers are driving up to meet us, take a look at our current and new house, and presumably to make sure we don't beat and/or neglect Hatchling. Naturally, I will be cleaning frantically and fanatically, because we all know that this is how I deal with things. Of course, none of this will matter, as Hatchling will immediately throw himself at the feet of our social workers and declare that no, he does not want a little brother, and no, he does not love his mommy and daddy. Also, can he have some yogurt? He really likes yogurt.

On top of my cleaning, I will begin to pack all of the things which are currently out of sight (I'm leaving all the pretties up until after the home visit). After Saturday, major packing will commence. I'm not excited about packing. Having just moved back in October, I'm all too aware of the suckage involved.

And to people (like myself, until recently) who think that adoption is so much easier than pregnancy, I say "ha, ha, haaaaa!" Instead of having lots of sex (sorry, Mom), I get to go to multiple agencies for fingerprints, background checks, birth and marriage certificates, financial statements, employment verifications, medical letters, passport copies, witness statements about my moral character, and various other statements, most of which must be notarized, then sent the to the Secretary of State for verification, and then sent to the Guatemalan Consulate for certification, and finally sent on to Guatemala so they can be translated and our adoption can actually take place. So yeah, the old fashioned way would be much more fun. However, I am sure that it will all be totally worth it when we get our sweet baby placed in our arms for the first time. I hope he likes me.