For the record, I am dead sober. Although truth be told, I could use a drink. But I am blogging under the influence of high emotions. Another shared list has come out. A big one of approx 175 children and YET AGAIN our agency has no match for us. I was 36 when we officially began our paper chase. We actually went to an adoption meeting just after I turn 36. Now 40 looms large in the distance and we have yet to find our child.
I haven't been blogging recently because what can I say that isn't totally a bummer? And frankly a bummer post is the least of emotions bubbling at the surface. I feel very very angry. Angry at our agency. Angry at myself for choosing them. Angry because every phone conversation with them feels as futile as nailing jello to the wall. And mostly angry because I feel completely powerless in all this.
This is why I haven't been blogging because adoption-wise I haven't got anything positive to say. But I needed to post something to have just the smallest release of these bad emotions.