Bah Humbug

'Tis the season to be jolly, isn't that how the song goes? Whoever wrote that song obviously has never adopted. I'm not jolly. Not even close. I'm in a foul mood a majority of the time because of all of the uncertainty about the wait time to referral. One agency is reporting that they are expecting referrals for only half of April's LID's. Since we will have a LID of late November or December, if the CCAA continues matching half months, it will be well over a year until we have our referral. Our agency is reporting a wait time of 8-10 months. That's looking doubtful. Reminder: we went into this adoption expecting a wait of 6-7 months. A bit disappointing, wouldn't you say? I'm holding out hope that things will speed up over there in China. Hope is all we have at this point.

Then, to compound the frickin' funk I'm in, Tom is going out-of-town on business for 2 or more weeks starting next week. Oh joy. As I was bitchingly picking up the mess he leaves around the house on a daily basis, I reminded myself that at least he will be home tonight. That won't be the case next week. The only thing saving me from throttling his boss for sending him away during the holidays is the fact that he will be home on the weekends. There's my charitable contribution for the season; boss-man gets to live.

Thank goodness Tom bought me some Ho-Ho's yesterday. I need all the chocolate I can muster up right now. I think I'll chase it down with a Mike's cranberry lemonade. That oughta take the edge off.