
Boo hoo. We did not win Powerball as we had hoped. I guess our next step will be to look for buried treasure next time we go to the beach, as Sandra suggested (our
International Adoption blogger...and she
would suggest it as she is surrounded by beaches...)
But I still hope to adopt, despite this lack of money and a
still-reluctant spouse. And also despite the ever-increasing pace of work(I'm really pushing myself this fall to complete writing projects, adhere to deadlines, and seek out more paying markets than I have in the past 5 years...), my household duties (the laundry...the vacuuming...the garden...my diabetic cat...need I say more?) and my dedication to
being here when my kids are at home.
Adrienne, you are being crazy, you say. And maybe I am. But this is why I want to adopt again: my family is not complete. Four is not the right number. Five is.
So here I sit along with the rest of you, hoping to adopt. Is anyone out there who's in my same situation? Are you having any luck convincing your reluctant spouse to understand how committed you are? Are you trying to get past your worries about money and the future and how you can't even afford a minivan, much less one more payment for soccer or shoes or school field trips?