Saturday, January 31, 2009
We made it, for the most part, through week two, people! I find I still struggle with "normal" life - cooking, cleaning, laundry. And. I still have no desire to leave my house. None at all. Not one bit. Although today I HAVE to. I have to grocery shop. We're getting a wee bit low on the essentials.
We found out about Isaac two weeks ago Thursday. That night we all slept in our own beds, but after a horrible night for pretty much every one, the kids asked if we could just have a big sleep over, hence the "Community Bed", which I like to call it. Hannah provided digital documentation. We progressed from the Community Bed, to the kids sleeping on the floor in my room, to the kids sleeping in their own beds again when they felt ready. I'm also happy to report Ian's nightmares have gone, he's sleeping more peacefully. As am I.
I had one big irritation this week. Let me try to tastefully explain. I have biological family and I have adoptive family. I have severed ties completely with my adoptive family. I don't email, I don't call, I don't write letters. My last correspondence with my "parents", was this past Christmas, after a year had gone by with no communication, I emailed my father, told him I didn't want his money, and had no intention of keeping in touch, to which he responded he was "out of my life for good". Which actually was funny because - seriously - they were never "in" my life to begin with. So anyway. This person in my family not only emailed her friends, which I might add, have said some pretty horrible things about me before, she emailed my adoptive family. Are you freaking kidding me? This is MY damn news. And why the hell would I want anyone to know about MY precious child, that I have no relationship with?? And not only that - have a BAD relationship with? This person blew it. Some information you have NO right to pass along. Privacy exists. I promptly emailed her and told her she would receive no more updates from me. All information she gets will be second hand, or at the very least, from my blogging, where she's likely to snoop. So really - - to this person - - thank you for including the people that have hurt me the most and have NO right to this private news. This isn't the latest piece of hot gossip for you to gain pity and attention over. This is my child. My child, that will die. My child that we grieve and mourn. You really added to my emotional stability at this time.
Moving on. I have a lot of emails and comments to respond to. And I will. I plan to respond personally to each and every one. I appreciate each kind word and vow of support. Under normal circumstances, I would reach out immediately, but really - - I'm just not my normal self these days.
Here's to a Saturday of grocery shopping and cleaning, and here's to some pretty fabulous Super Bowl parties this Sunday. Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! '
Till next time, we'll be hanging in there.