My adoption blog--My deepest apologies.

              My deepest apologies for not blogging in so long. We have been through a lot, even some days wondering if it is worth the hassles.  I have said this before, and I say it again, if you have been blessed to have your own children, then be thankful, because the battle for those of us desiring adoption, is long and tedious.  The pitfalls seem to be many, the walls thrown up seem insurmountable at times...I can't help but shed a tear as I think of how down trodden I feel at times. 

                We got really truly down a few weeks ago when we were informed that we had to basically turn our lives topsy turvy to prepare to adopt.  We had to find ways to secure all medications, and while this may sound easy to the average person, most new homes today are not built with medicine cabinets, so we have always just stored our medications under the bathroom sink.  And then once my friend’s hubby built us an a moire, we began using part of that for our medicine cabinet. 

                With this in mind, we didn’t know where we were supposed to all of a sudden put all of this medication! For weeks I fretted, because every solution I came up with, was shot down.  I even thought of the cabinet safety locks, but that was shot down because eventually the kids learn how to manipulate those and get what they want.  Soooo, things had to be padlocked, and we had no clue how to do this!

                Finally, we came up with the idea of purchasing three toolboxes –one toolbox was for the household medicines like NyQuil, that will be padlocked, and placed up high on top of the cabinets in our kitchen.  The other two toolboxes are to be utilized for our prescription medications – one for my hubby, one for me.  We have to padlock these, as well, to ensure that the kids do not ever get into our medications! They will then be placed in our closet, and then we will place a type of child safety thingy on the door handle that makes opening the door almost impossible--even for adults!

                Then came the next daunting task—securing all household chemicals.  NO CLUE! We had no clue what to do. We were instructed that bleach had to go up top and be locked up….well, our bleach is up high in the washroom, is this good? We were told no, it too had to be locked up along with all other household chemicals. 

                We agonized over this for about two weeks, even mulling over, as stated earlier, that maybe we should just give up and just accept that we would not have children, that our dog Sage would be our child, but just as we were about to give up, a friend of ours who works at Home Depot stumbled across a Rubbermaid Storage cabinet that could be padlocked in her store. 

                We purchased this cabinet, came home, put it together (it stands over 5ft high) and then began the task of gathering all chemicals from all over the house, to place in this storage cabinet, which by the way, we placed in our kitchen (where else can we put it???).  You should see it, kind of looks like a smorgasbord of chemicals, a convention where they can all mingle together and laugh at the foolish lengths to which we are willing to go to and through to have that which the average person has without thinking –a family.

                So, we are still in it, still trying to keep our spirits up, because the other point of strife – is our social worker.  Mama has already said she doesn't like her. To me, she doesn’t seem to be really interested if that makes any sense. She says email is the best way to get her (after we left her messages), and still she doesn’t seem to respond to the emails either. 

                We have decided to stick with her though, because our certification classes are coming up very soon, and my hubby has done a lot to be able to be in attendance with his work schedule.  We are hoping that maybe once this first class begins, maybe we will see some spark in our social worker, that may be encouraging.  If not, as soon as the last class is over, and we are State certified, we may have to begin anew, and go in search of another agency.  

Please keep us in prayer, as we continue to try and run this race with endurance.