Hi, I’m Tara.

What started out as a private blog to document our adoption journey has evolved into my journey through therapy, spiritual awakening and whatever I feel like writing. Without our struggles to build a family, I’m not sure I’d be waking up, and for that I’m grateful.

The Weekend

I'm beginning to dread the close of another week.  Mondays, I start out hopeful that this week will be when we get our call.  I obsessively check my phone after I've been away from my desk for 2 minutes.  The morning anticipation gives way to afternoon dread as the day draws nearer to 4:30, when our caseworker goes home for the day.  Rinse and repeat.  By Thursday hoplessness takes over and many a Friday gives way to happy hours that aren't so happy.

This week is a little different than most: I'm sure you can guess why. Originally I wanted to have a getaway weekend, but we got invited to a couple of post-cinco parties and there's always lobster at my parents' house this particular Sunday - yum!  So, we'll suck it up and power through.  Last year was hopeful and cute with a card from S.  This year, I hope he doesn't do anything.  It's too depressing, and emotionally I'm barely holding it together.

At least it'll be a busy weekend of parties, family get-togethers, and planting the garden.  Being social sounds good for once, if only for distraction.  Now if I can only keep my bitchiness to myself...

Made It Through

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