Ramblings of a Tired Woman

I came home the other day and found this in my mailbox. It's from a mystery gifter. I'm really stumped as to who sent this. I've seen them popping up on other bloggy chick sites but no one seems to be able to figure it out. The postmark is from New Hampshire. For the life of me, I can't think of anyone that I know there. Boy, this is puzzling. Anyhoo... I love it and plan to someday put it on my desk with lots of pics of Mia stashed on the cute little holders. Thanks mystery gift person! Whoever you are...

I also owe Doris a very belated thank you for the candy and card you sent on Easter. It was appreciated. I'm sorry it took so long to say thank you but my brain has been a little fried lately. Thanks again for your thoughtfulness.

Nothing new to report here. Most days I don't know whether I'm coming or going. I'm working a whole bunch. Hopefully, that'll only last about another month or so. This weekend was another 17 hours of overtime. Good for the baby fund ....but boy does it suck not having a day off work. Not only am I exhausted and not getting much done around my house and yard, but I feel very disconnected lately. Just not enough time in the week to see the people I want to see. And I'm starting to feel that. Not hanging with my friends like I should be. Not seeing my niece and nephews like I should be. Not blogging like I should be....

I'm feeling very detached from the whole adoption right now, too. I think that's going around. I've noticed it on the blogs of others who are waiting in limbo like me. Waiting, waiting, waiting. The 2 day batch this month really knocked the wind out of most of us. And the news that agencies are beginning to advise their clients that this wait could extend up to 30 months. Depressing. I'm really tired of my response to the question of "So when do you think you'll get your baby?" being "Oh in about a year." As so many have recently pointed out to me, I've been saying that for the last year. Yes, I know. And next month is Mother's Day. Another one without my baby.

On Friday, Griffey and I came home from our still-working-on-the-new-year-resolution-diet-and-fitness-plan walk to find our lawn mowed. Did Connie's mystery mower come to visit? Actually, I was talking to my neighbors who were out playing in their backyard with the kids just before we left. I mentioned my work schedule and how tired I am when they said they hadn't seen much of me lately. (Which I always clarify with the point that I've CHOSEN to work this much. You gotta take the extra hours when they come cuz they might not come again for awhile. And the baby fund needs the extra dough!) So we get home after our 45 minute trek through the 'hood and see the grass mowed. I actually gasped out loud. I haven't been that happy or that grateful for awhile. The fun part was when I yelled over to thank them, they acted like they had no idea what I was talking about. I love my neighbors. Really love them. No I mean really really. It sucks that their house is for sale. I hope I don't go to hell for doing a bad ju ju dance every time they have an open house.

Do you think it's uncivilized to stand in the kitchen and eat unheated green beans straight from the can with your fingers? Just checking. In case I were to do that.

This is what happens when you spend too much time away from your spoiled dog. As soon as I sit down for more than 3 seconds, he is in my face. Literally. Breathing his stinky doggie breath in my mouth with those pleading puppy eyes. Laying his head on my chest trying to look pitiful. Yes, that's the TV behind his head. That I can't see because he's in the way demanding attention. Okay, dude. I get it.

Well, I was lucky to get something that made sense out of my head tonight. At least, I hope it did. That's about all I can muster this evening. I'm going to go check in on all of you now. If I don't comment, it's only due to the lack of time but just know that I'm there in spirit.