Well, tomorrow is Monday. An official work day. A day where businesses make phone calls and things happen. And for the next six days, the mail will be running.
The ONE good thing about Sunday is that I know no business takes place on Sunday. I can take comfort in the fact that I can let my guard down and not expect anything to happen on Sunday. I can abandon my psycho "if I worry enough it'll happen" vigil. Come Monday-Friday though, my impatience really shines through!!!
Now we wait for our adoption specialist (social worker) to contact us. Which should be "in the next few days". We should also be expecting our next agency packet to arrive in the mail. Our I-600A forms should be getting here any day now too.
The only thing I hate waiting on more than the phone to ring is the mail to come. aaargh!!
I guess I should just be glad that we've come this far. I should be glad that we're even able to do this. I should really be glad that the family I do have with me right now can put up with me!!!
whimper and sigh..