Dude, Where's My Court Date?

Wow. This part of the journey is agonizing. Its like being pregnant, but the doctor tells you that your due date could be sometime in the next three to five months. Certainly it doesn't carry with it the physical discomfort like the last stages of pregnancy, but this stage of waiting is emotionally painful. Prior to reaching this point I reassured myself that our life is busy enough to keep my mind and heart engaged for the (hopefully) three month interval between our referral and court date/travel approval. That is proving true -- but only to a point. After the boys are in bed each night --and hubby is working -- I find myself aimlessly thinking of nesting-type things that I want to do, but am unsure if I really should be doing them...yet. After all, so much is still up in the air.

I am huge on planning things ahead of time. Spontaneity was something I learned only through marriage and having two little boys. To me when something can be planned ahead of time, its so much better. I can relax. The fact that we may or may not be travelling to Africa some unknown time in the next two to three months wreaks havoc on my planner. (Let's not forget the poor grandmothers, who are essentially "on call" for two to three months from now, as they get joint-custody of our boys when we travel.)

A phone call regarding our court date is what we're waiting for now...and it essentially could come any day now, I think. (The phone call, not the court date.) Its been a month since our referral. Not all that long ago, parents weren't told of their court date until it was over. God was merciful when He had that policy changed in time for our turn through the process. I don't know how I'd stay sane with absolutely nothing to put on my calendar!

In the meantime, we're slowly getting the office/future bedroom cleared out. We bought a dresser at IKEA a few days ago. The box has been riding around in our van ever since, as we essentially haven't got a spot to put it. (Yes, its packed in a two-foot by four-foot box and we don't have anywhere to put it!) We had decided to buy it anyway, because it was just one of those days when Mama needed some sort of forward movement, lest she hole up in the her bedroom for the rest of the evening. It got us out of the house and IKEA is just so kid-friendly...it was just a good thing to do. And when you've got two to three more months to go (on the short side) you take what you can get.

But, seriously, we need a court date!