UPDATE FOR THE ENTIRE MONTHS OF APRIL AND MAY
I have been a mail man stalker for the last 2 months. Adoption is very frustrating for a control freak like me because you are constantly waiting on someone else and there is absolutely nothing you can do to speed things up! All you can do is wait for good mail and email. So my thought process every morning as soon as I woke up was "I wonder if the mailman is going to bring me ______" (Shaohannah's Hope grant letter, fingerprint appointments, bank letter, state certified documents, 401K check, etc.. on and on..) Most days I was met with EXTREME disappointment as all I would receive would be junk mail and medical bills...arrrg. This incredible let down would send me into a junk food spiral and a TV marathon. So APRIL and MAY have been deemed official "Too much junk in the trunk, Brain Rot, Dirty house Months" These months will go down in Ehrman history with many memorable activities such as: the my pants don't fit- cryfest, how did all that play dough end up in the carpet moan, and emotional yo-yo rants, followed by a show those ants
whose boss dance.
I have been a mail man stalker for the last 2 months. Adoption is very frustrating for a control freak like me because you are constantly waiting on someone else and there is absolutely nothing you can do to speed things up! All you can do is wait for good mail and email. So my thought process every morning as soon as I woke up was "I wonder if the mailman is going to bring me ______" (Shaohannah's Hope grant letter, fingerprint appointments, bank letter, state certified documents, 401K check, etc.. on and on..) Most days I was met with EXTREME disappointment as all I would receive would be junk mail and medical bills...arrrg. This incredible let down would send me into a junk food spiral and a TV marathon. So APRIL and MAY have been deemed official "Too much junk in the trunk, Brain Rot, Dirty house Months" These months will go down in Ehrman history with many memorable activities such as: the my pants don't fit- cryfest, how did all that play dough end up in the carpet moan, and emotional yo-yo rants, followed by a show those ants
whose boss dance. God has really shown me what a fuss pants I can be. There are days when I erroneously think "wow, I am so "holy" I can wait on God's timing and I completely trust in His plan for my life" this is swiftly followed by another figurative Christian toddler fit where I stomp my feet and throw my self on the ground (not in a reverent way) demanding my way RIGHT NOW! Thankfully I am finally starting to grow out of of Christian terrible twos and becoming a more mature (he he) 3 year old (a bit more compliant but still have a few fits along the way). God is teaching me in a mighty way about patience and I am getting better but it is a battle everyday.
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