Hello people, it’s me. Half of you are probably thinking “Enough already. They are home. They are cute. You are grateful. We got it.” The other half are wondering what has been happening and/or weather or not I have lost it. You folks in the second half are my targeted audience. Congrats. I am clearly an expert on adoptive parenting after my 9 day tenure. Therefore, be sure to heed my words with said experience in mind.
Ahem….alot of you have seen my many Instagram pics. I am sorry and you are welcome all at the same time. I can honestly say that the first 5 days were GOLD. I am so thankful for those “honeymoon” days and equally thankful that I am no fool. Every single day of bliss, I said to my inner circle that I knew that the sh*t was going to hit the fan sooner or later and boy has it!! Will and I lovingly call the crazy episodes of madness these boys delve into with no warning, mind you, “coups”. Anywho….day 6 started out just like day 5. And then at 8am, after a denial of potato chips for breakfast, one of them began his coup. The typical coup starts with silence and staring. This one evolved into silent tears and then sobbing that sounded like a wounded animal. One hour and 40 minutes later, both of us drenched in tears as I held him tight, he fell asleep. Meanwhile, the other one was highly distressed because he wanted to go to school with the big boys. After being manually removed from the driveway, he flipped out, threw his boots across the room and laid on the floor refusing to speak. Later that day, after recovering from aforementioned coups, we had a great day until the one with the potato chip fetish threw coup #2 because I told him not to ride his bike in the road. This coup was all anger and out of control. Biting, kicking, screaming….. good grief. Days 5-9 have been a mix of joy and firsts and great moments with some angry coups thrown in at will.
Tonight, after a loving, happy and fun-filled day, (with lots of Instagram photos for proof) he lost it. I don’t even know what happened. I just got downstairs from restraining him while he kicked, hit and attempted to bite me while screaming bloody murder for 30 min. While he fought, I prayed and told him how much I loved him. It ended as suddenly as it started. He calmly walked to the shower and then brushed his teeth. I told him he was a good boy and loved and chosen and special. He fell fast asleep.
Equally as memorable were the moments this first week when one caught a napkin on fire (as in “oh lawd Jesus it’s a fire!”) and the other one stole my keys and started my car while I sat completely unsuspecting inside. I wonder if God is amused. They eat like grown men. My house is filthy. I need more socks. I am back to using phrases like “honor your brother” and “you have two choices…” Oliver is looking for an adoptive family himself, as they will not put him down. While practicing “kind words” at lunch one day, one said “I’m so glad I am live here with you. You are so, so great.” The laundry has quadrupled with the simple addition of two mini Haitians. I run the dishwasher every day. I am exhausted. I hate not being able to reason/argue my way out. This adoption business is not for the faint of heart.
That being said, I would not change a thing. I am terribly in love with them. My inner circle is amazing. My husband is amazing. God is on His thrown and week two starts in a few hours. I am going to bed. Thank you to all who made it through this blog and for all who have called, texted, sent $ and prayed. We will make it and things will get better!! Stay tuned :).