Icky

• Still feeling like garbage. Completely repulsed by food. Feeling nauseous, dry heaving/wretching. Extremely bloated and swollen. Had an abdominal ultrasound done today. Hoping to hell I hear soon what's going on because I'm tired of feeling like sh*t. On the plus side, I feel good when I'm sleeping or laying horizontally.
  

• I thought the whole attitude where a child knows better than a parent didn't start until they were teenagers or at least tweens. Not the case in our house. Eriks has got to have the last word and always tells us, "You don't know what you're talking about." Case in point. We were running errands Friday night and an airplane went overhead. Eriks was pointing it out and I said, "Yes, I saw it. It went from there to there." Of course I was wrong and I then proceded to say, "Eriks, why do you always have to insist that you know more than mommy & daddy?" And under muttered breath I hear, "Because I do." Lane started laughing - thankfully not out loud and I had to turn away myself. I then went on to say, "If you know EVERYTHING you can get a job and support yourself." In my head I was saying - smartass at the end of that sentence. A few seconds of silence and then I hear, "What does support mean?" Ahhh!!!! I'll end it here but as you can guess it went on for a few more seconds before I said, "I've had enough. Please stop talking." There's a new rule in our house. If Eriks tries to start arguing with us we will warn him once to cut it out. If he continues it's 5 minutes in time out. Maybe after numerous times in Time Out he'll get the picture.

• Not only am I sick to my stomach because of whatever has decided to eat away my insides but it was recently posted that a new MA (multiple agency) list will be coming out soon. For those who don't know the lingo this means that the C.C.A.A. will release lists to multiple agencies with the faces of special needs kids. I'm sick because at the beginning of Dec. when we found out our agency became Hague Accredited I told myself, "I have this gut feeling I will see her face in March." Granted this isn't the 1st time I've said this when it comes to new SN lists but this is the 1st time that every time I hear possibilities, I seriously feel very ill. This means I need to get my rear in gear and get someone to update our homestudy. I know it can be done quickly but I don't want to delay travel. It also means we need to renew our passports ASAP. They expired a year ago. I know, I know..."Hi, my name is Liene and I am a procrastinator." So I'm not getting my hopes up. Well at least trying not to but for those adoptive mommies who read my ramblings, you know exactly what I'm talking about. Especially those who are so close to referral.
  

• My mom comes on Sunday for a visit. Well, it's more than a visit. When Lane has to travel for work, she's always here in case I have heart issues. Luckily I've been good for over 9 months but I'm not going to risk it. I love having my mom around because she does such a good job taking care of us - even when Lane is here. I can't wait to have her nearby in a few years when we move back to Indy. My family is far from perfect but I love them very much.

• Everything else is still trucking along. Still seriously dislike the karate studio but we are contractually obligated and I refuse to spend 35 minutes in the car 1 way to take him to another studio. Oh well. I guess this is what you get when a 21 yr old buys a studio from another instructor and runs it with his 17 yr old HIGH SCHOOL brother. They are both very immature (imagine that!) and really lack the skills to be kick ass instructors like the ones we had in AR.
  

• The above being said, Eriks is so in LOVE with gymnastics. He is so sad when it's over and wishes it were more than just once a week. I know he's had a hard time adjusting to the karate here. That's why I think the gymnastics thing is so awesome for him. The guy who teaches it treats them like kids unlike the above instructors that treat all of their students like adults.
  

Alright. I'm out for now. Just wanted to prove that I was still alive and breathing.