I figured I'd continue with the current theme in today's title. Quick...name that musical!
There were a few more speed bumps this week. We actually hit one right on schedule. I think we could have set our watches by it: 2 days before scheduled departure. Same time as last week.
This time the "speed bump" looked a little different (we'd solved the biggest one from last week so it really had to take a different form). I think deep down it really had nothing to do with the "speed bump" itself but just what it represented: incredible anxiety and angst over the coming days and the complete loss of control.
Again, none of this is coming from Ms FoodNetwork and we do understand how hard this is for her mom. I can only imagine how hard it must be to consider puting her daughter and granddaughter on a plane knowing they're flying miles and miles away and having to trust in a couple of people they've only known for a few weeks, a number of "adoption professionals" they don't know at all and a process that instills a lot of fear. I do get that.
That being said the 34 minute phone call I had on Wednesday with Grandma FoodNetwork was one of the longest, hardest ones in my life. The mister and I were on our way to the beach for some much needed soul nourishment when we hit this speed bump. I think I handled the call as well as I could have (even though the mister couldn't find a single Diet Coke in the entire strip mall we parked in so I could take the call!) but it was rough. I drew on my fairly deep experience in such situations (that five years in grad school studying clinical psychology paid off in spades) and I put on my game face and kept telling myself "it's just a gig". 34 minutes never seemed so long.
Honestly I think she just needed to hear me repeat some things over and over (after she ranted for a bit). Just that we knew this was hard for them and recognized all this anxiety. That we would take care of her daughter and granddaughter and there would be no surprises once they got here. That everything would be ok.
It seemed to help her.
Two glasses of wine with lunch and a two hour nap on an incredibly gorgeous beach with totally spectacular weather helped me (and the mister). We listened to the sound of the surf and it soothed our souls. After that we went to a quaint English pub where I had Shepherd's Pie and a couple of pints of cider and the mister had Beef Wellington and a couple of pints of ale.
Yesterday was actually very calm. There were nice texts and messages flying between LoneStar and here. We tried to prep for our guest/new arrival. I even found time to get my brows waxed and a mani-pedi. Late last night we dropped the dogs off at our pet sitter's house (all the better to allow for a longer transition) and came home and spent a couple of quality hours with Jimmy McNulty and Omar.
Jimmmmmmmmmmmy. Ahhhhhhhhhh. In DEED.
All was fine until a text early this morning. It seems that Ms FoodNetwork missed her flight by minutes. Don't fret, she was rerouted to Chicago and will be touching down at SFO in just a few hours (she even made a tight connection between long distance gates). We're not happy about this change in plans as we very carefully planned a short, direct flight with a good seat for Ms FoodNetwork. I'm trying not to let my inner control freak completely rage at how my offer to fly out and back with Ms FoodNetwork and BabyFood was deemed "unnecessary". This was supposed to be easy peasy but nothing yet has been easy peasy.
So the good news is they are in the air. Actually that is GREAT news. And I will squeeze another blog post out before they arrive which will do wonders for my stats and readership. ;)