Sleepless in Atlanta

I am discovering that being back in the adoption ring means that I have much less time for things like, well, this blog. And hair appointments. And trips to the library. And laundry, oh god the laundry. Grasshopper informed me this morning, "Mommy I gonna run out of underwears!" So maybe the laundry ought to be addressed today before the pile swallows one of my cats whole.

I'm waking up in the middle of the night, mid-stream through answering questions about how I have coped with loss in my life (answer: not well.) And why I think that we're prepared to parent a child of African-American ancestry. Apparently even when I'm sleeping, I'm stringing words together, trying to form a chain of sufficient length and strength to reach out and bring my baby home.

There are also things that are utterly unbloggable happening in my life because, you know, the good stuff always has to be balanced out with the bad.

I don't know when I'll be able to resurrect my normal blog schedule, but I sincerely hope that all of you will hang in there with me. I have a feeling that this is going to be a pretty wild ride.