Most Certainly Not: Riding the Jingle Bus

I distinctively remember a rather interesting ride to the airport following a SpouseBuzz Live weekend.

AWTM and I were sharing the ride with another SB writer and a total stranger who, apparently, had hours and hours and HOURS until her flight because she took her sweet time traipsing to the shuttle van and having us stop to mail her bills and double check that her garage was closed, etc.

So thorough was she in her pre-flight prep list that we had a raucous ride to the airport. Lots of speeding, bumping and swerving. And lots of looking furtively at our watches imagining our plane taking off without us. By the time we reached the airport, I jumped from that shuttle leaving my FAVORITE jacket on the seat. Sadness.

However, during the ride, AWTM leaned over and said, "Don't you feel like we're riding a jingle bus." And, I lost it. As so many of my moments with AWTM are--I was completely taken by her wit and the immediate, colorful images she can conjure in my mind.

I had that distinct feeling today again when I received an "Oh, by the way," e-mail from our caseworker at the adoption agency. As in, "Oh, by the way, I spoke to our Ethiopian representative and he's almost positive your Embassy appointment will be March 30th."

REALLY?

Because, see, the last time we discussed this (um, yesterday!) there was no change in the "better plan on April 13th instead" advice we'd received (oh, Thursday).
Stunned is an understatement.

I immediately shot off e-mail to a travel agent and the guest home where we plan to stay in country. I need to book the guest home this week so I'm calling the travel agency guy tomorrow and praying he can work some magic and find us a heckuva deal. Airfare isn't cheap, for some unknown reason, and I'm not rich, for some other unknown reason. Isn't it bad enough that I'll be on a plane for close to 20 hours total, in coach? Does there really have to be a comma in the price tag?!

I'm going to see if our caseworker will let me send M3 an e-mail tomorrow letting her know that we are coming soon. And, this time, when we say soon, we actually mean it. I want her to know that Mommy and Daddy are BOTH coming and that we can't wait to hug her and kiss her and bring her home with us.

This is really happening. Finally. Amazingly. Even though we are not confirmed yet, the fact that we've been told to go ahead and plan as if we have is reassuring. How does one pack for such a trip? I don't even know where to begin.

I'm still working on the godawful stain on my living room carpet. I cannot believe how stubborn it is. Tomorrow, it's full tilt hydrogen peroxide whether it takes out the color or not. I could give a crap. I want that color and smell GONE. And then, the dogs need to go. They are annoying even though they are outside all day from when I get up until I go to bed.

Oh! And I ran TWO MILES today over ice and snow and I didn't fall once! Nice! I did it in 30:17 too. That's pretty sweet given that I had to slow WAY down in those, "Holy Schnikes, this is slick/this snow is deep/hey! is that ice?!" spots. I may stand to lose some weight yet. Tomorrow is ab assault and bun battle day. Can I get a witness?!

Comments

I'm so cautiously happy for you!

Posted by: Wife of a Sailor | 24 February 2010 at 10:04 AM

I hope you get a great price on the tickets, and fingers crossed that the date will happen. It just breaks my heart to think about M3 being sick and waiting, ugh.

(and I really would like to know who the SB person was, cause I'm deviously curious like that).

Posted by: dutchgirl | 25 February 2010 at 12:02 AM