Do you ever have one of those days when you just wish adoption and all its attendant garbage would just crawl back into whatever cesspool from which it sprung forth? You know, one of those days when you are struggling to find anything virtuous, lovely, or of good report about the institution? The kind of day you feel like broken glass is pumping through your veins and arteries?
Well, I am having one of those kinds of days.
P.S. It’s afternoon now. I did some baking (Meyer lemon yogurt pound cake for a party tonight and oatmeal bread for lunches). I did some cleaning. I did some crying, just a bit. And now I feel better. I know that not ALL adoption is bad, sometimes children really do need a home. I was just getting lost in the fact that you are one of those who didn’t need a home. You had one. With me.