I Made it Through the Rain

Thanks to everyone for your great support on my bad week, but a special shout out to Wendy and her Manilow stylings that made me laugh all the way down to my toes.

This week has had a much stronger start and it is only 4 business days long, so I am optimistic for improvement but I don’t want to tempt the gods, especially with Good Friday looming!

There was a ray of sunshine that did manage to peak through my doom and gloom last week in the form of a new adoption agency. Mr. Husband and I registered with another agency and the experience was so different from the first lawyer we met that I thought we might actually walk out with a baby in our arms. This social worker had a very positive attitude about our desires and seemed really interested in helping us the best way she could, instead of discouraging us and listing all the reasons why this would never work. I got a great vibe from her and am feeling for the first time since Vietnam shut its doors to us that we may get just one more miracle in our already abundant life.

Speaking of abundance, I have to mention again what an awesome party Jen and urbanmoms can throw. There was an over-abundance of great women, styling swag–love the straightening iron, pamperiffic treats, yummy noshes, especially the lobster-topped waffles and overall over-the-top organized partyness.  I got to meet Haley-o who looked perfectly pregnant and not at all as big as she professes. I had trouble keeping eye contact with the very hot Kath in the very slimming, wrap dress, I was so fascinated with her flat belly! And I think I saw a couple more of my fellow bloggers but there were so many interesting women with whom to chat, I unfortunately didn’t get a chance to meet them.  I even got recognized by a couple of women who have commented on my postings. I’m not sure yet if that was a positive experience. They were very pleasant but somehow I feel better thinking that no one is actually reading what I write.

I am so looking forward to Easter. The Gaffer will have the first egg hunt she will actually remember and my brother and sister-in-law are hosting dinner so all I have to do is show up with a few hor d’oeurves. That is so not how many of our holidays go that I am not sure what I will do with myself.

But first we have the dreaded Tuesday night dance routine and Wednesday evening marks the beginning of spring swimming lessons for the Gaffer and Sir Talksalot – which of course are not even close in time, let alone at different pools. Thursday night Mr. Husband and I have invited a bunch of my high school friends to a get-together at a local pub. On the weekend he told me that he forgot to mention that he has a work function that night and cannot go after all, so I’ll be doing that solo if I can find a sitter, if I need  one, if Cupcake has to work or has some other pressing social engagement.

I hope the Easter Bunny remembers my chocolate almond bark from Laura Secord. I think I’m going to need it!