I'm sure it probably speaks volumes about where I am right now, but I drink wine very infrequently. When I buy a good bottle, quite by accident as I have no earthly idea what wines are "good", I'm sad when my glass (as I only have one...Hubs and I have to share, after all) is nearly empty. Sometimes, Hubs will say, "Do you want a nipple to go on that?" because I'm nursing my drink.
I just enjoy it, that's all. Why guzzle it?
I always find myself hoping that wine is like Doritos--"Don't worry...finish it. We'll make more."
Lest anyone think I'm an alcoholic, I'm not. I'm sure I missed a good chance and, at times, it does seem quite appealing, but I'm far too controlling to allow something to have control of me.
Well, something other than my children. And my weight. And my job. And my bills.
Can I just tell you what a weird existence it is sometimes to be an adoptive parent?! I don't write about all the nitty gritty at our adoption blog because I happen to know that the government of M3's home country Googles adoption blogs looking for "bad" things. And, what I have to say about this entire thing isn't "bad" by any stretch of the imagination, but sometimes, I just want to be more real and I find it easier to do on my personal blog than I do on the adoption blog.
Today, we took M3 to meet with a psychologist at the international adoption clinic where we have been receiving services since she arrived home. To say she was unimpressed and uncooperative would be an understatement. If it had been M1 or M2 behaving that way, I would have asked the doctor to excuse us for a second, I would have taken them from the room and we would have had a discussion in the hall. It would have included phrases like, "We aren't here for kicks and grins."; "You ANSWER that doctor's questions or so help me!" and, my all-time favorite, "If you think you aren't having fun in there now, just WAIT until we get home, young lady!!!!"
I was actually pleased, even if slightly perturbed. Yes, I would have liked it if M3 had paid better attention to the doctor's questions. I would have felt less annoyed had she been able to do what the doctor asked and answer her simple questions.
M3 had her own agenda. If M3 were our homegrown 5-year-old, the agenda would have been labeled, "Let's see how mad I can make mom and dad by being rude and ignoring this doctor." However, M3 is not our homegrown 5-year-old. She's our newly adopted five-year-old who has been here for a little over a month.
She proved herself to be quite savvy. Within minutes of meeting this doctor and being ushered into the room, she assessed her situation and realized this was not a physical exam of any kind. She also realized this doctor wanted to talk to her about things and she didn't know this doctor very well. She determined within a short time that in this exam room were her people (Hubs and I) and a stranger (the unfamiliar doctor). She determined also that no matter what she did, her people would still love her and still take her home after the appointment.
Although, I found it quite telling (and sad) that when we left the appointment and went down to the lobby, she was EXTREMELY glad that she was still with us. She hugged my neck so hard. And, although she told me the doctor was 'berry nice', she didn't seem like she was hankering a deep conversation with her anytime soon.
Another cute thing? When I picked her up, I said, 'Oh! M3! You are getting so heavy!!" She took my hands in her face and said, "Oh, Mommy! I'm sorry!"
I asked her why she was sorry and she said, "Because I so heavy."