No eyebrows? No problem....

Tuesday was my "make all the phone calls" day. The most important one was getting our fire inspection done. After 5 phone calls, 3 different numbers 4 HOURS LATER we finally figured out we are county not city (good to know).

Their process is beyond me. "Call this number to pay before hand & then they WALK  your payment and paperwork ACROSS THE STREET to us!" (me) ???? HUH? Wouldn't it be easier to have someone in your office that already handles that?? My mind wanders to "that just seems like unwarranted tax dollars being spent"........oh well, get it paid, sealed and "walked over" ;-) (in my Steve Wonder voice)

Wednesday passes with more on my plate than I think I can handle. I have spent this whole week living on antacids and pepto to calm my nausea from the stress. I wasn't able to fall asleep until 4am Thursday from being sick to my stomach. I was hoping my Thursday would be a down day. At least one day of my spring break tto just relax. God had other plans hahaha. My phone rings off the hook ALL day Thursday. The calls started at 6am; 14 missed calls, 6 voicemails & 8 texts. So, when I got the "Fire Marshall phone call" I was relieved to be scheduling something. I didn't expect him to be able to come that day! I took it! One less thing on the list of to do's. I could expect his arrival a little after 1pm.

My day continues with returning phone calls. My last call was calling my dearest Kaitlin. Now, when her and I are on the phone its like we have ADHD. We can talk for hours if we allowed ourselves. Its a fun time & good for my heart. So needless to say I get caught up in our conversation (COMPLETELY forgot about the fire marshall appointment) My door bell rings followed by a "knock knock" I ask "Who's there?" as I am peeking out the window to see the driveway. I see a fire rescue truck and hear "Fire Marshall ma'am"! *GASP* "OMGAH ITS THE FIRE MARSHALL KAITLIN!!!" her response? "That's never a good sign when they show up to my house!" I fell out laughing and she left me with a "Good luck!" I have on clothes COVERED in paint, no makeup on (that includes no eyebrows btw haha) and I am pretty sure I look like a homeless person. I aksed him to hold on just a minute as I scramble around the house (which is a disaster btw from all the reorganizing, prepping & spring cleaning) to find my makeup bag. NO MAKE UP BAG IN SIGHT!

Now, mind you; it was cold and windy Thursday. This fire marshall is patiently standing on my porch. I couldn't let him stand outside and freeze! I hung my head as I walked to the door (eyebrowless) and noticed guinea pig poo on my shirt :-( Rocky and Bullwinkle had left me a little smooshed surprise on my shirt to take along with me after our cuddles and exercise time. I wanted to cry at this point. I raised the white flag and said the hell with it, its one of those days. I opened the door, introduced myself and apologized for the messy home and my "eyebrowlessness". Without missing a beat the fire marshall says "No eyebrows huh????....No problem!" :-) We laughed so hard as he walked into the foyer that I had to grab the wall to support me!

After a good laugh & the inspection I learned he was a foster adoptive parent himself. Their sons birth mother had forced medication into his system to cause him to have seizures so she could acquire more money from the state. Because of his past he has some neurological issues. They fostered him at age 2 and a year later adopted him :-) Their son is now 10 but his mental aptitude is 7-8 years old BUT he is a PROUD AB honor roll student & loves racing gocarts with his Dad :-) The stories continued & the tears rolled down my face as he told me about the first time he was called "Dad" by his son :'-) The best advice he gave me was to just love our kids. Love them through their pain and show them that Jeremy and I aren't going to leave them no matter how hard they push us away. Even if that means just sitting next to them in silence as he had to do with his son. After the day I had, I needed a good laugh and an uplifting conversation. Again, the Lord knew what my heart needed even before I did. He is good!

 

The fire marshall gave us a "passing grade" ;-) & our LAST home visit (YAY) will be on Thursday. Our social worker will send our packet off to the state for our final approval :-) & we will be anxiously wait & praying. So if you are reading this I ask that you keep us in your prayers, we have almost made it.