Thursday, January 16, 2014
After 2 months of hemming and hawing the bankground check papers are completed and notarized and ready to be turned in to start this whole adoption process. I find this terrifying and exciting and this is only the first, easiest little baby step. After this there are home inspections and parenting classes and then possibly an ACTUAL ALIVE CHILD thing. The inside of my head looks something like this: Holy shit I can't wait until we have our own kid. Holy shit what the hell am I thinking; I cannot believe I think I can do this. On the other hand, I know meth heads who are doing this. Surely I can do that well. Way to set the bar really high, Megs. What? I'm trying to manage expectations. By setting the bar so low you might actually get the kid taken away right after you get it adopted? I'm pretty lucky there doesn't appear to be much of a psychological evaluation involved in this process. I don't know that my prospective children are all that lucky there doesn't appear to be much of a psychological evaluation, but whatever. I will be the boss of them anyway.