There is something very wrong with me. I suddenly have an obsessive compulsion to clean and organize EV.RY.THING. We're talking a baseboard-scrubbing, attic-emptying, bookshelf-alphabetizing obsession. Ir's not normal.
I spent last night sequestered in Li'l Miss's new closet. (Do you know how long it takes to organize a closet? Pretty much forever.) It looks like someone puked fall clothes all over my upstairs bedrooms, and I have a stack of paint chips about a foot high sitting on the kitchen counter. Because, you know, it's absolutely necessary to repaint your entire house before adopting a child. (That last sentence was 100% serious.)
I think my nesting instinct has kicked into overdrive, and it's a little scary. But, it also means that we're finally getting close. Close to getting on a plane. Close to flying across the ocean. Close to holding our boys. According to my countdown, we're headed to Ch*na in 43 days. November 6 can't get here soon enough. (Well, as long as I have time to clean out my crisper first, that is.)
Today is Day 10 of our wait for TA (Travel Approval). TA is pretty much the Golden Ticket in the Ch*na adoption process. PA is pretty amazing, LOA/LSC is exciting, but TA is the shining light at the end of the paperwork jungle. Someone on our timeline got TA on Friday. We are that close. (If you call my phone this week and I answer in a breathless/crazy-excited voice, it just means I thought you were the adoption agency. On that note, maybe you should all avoid calling me this week. Every time the phone rings, I just want to reorganize a dresser drawer or something.)
Alright, gotta' run. My neverending to-do list is calling my name.
oooooooo, nesting!!!!!!!
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