Our final paperwork (for now) went into the mail today. It was a fabulous feeling both to have it in the mail and also that I have become generally all right with writing checks for money we have access to but not in our actual possession. I had not totaled up the entire amount, and was not planning to, until M. sent me an e-mail outlining it all. Yikes. It is entirely worth it, but it still burns a bit. Well, it burns a bit more than “a bit.” But, when I analyze the costs, every penny is justified and well spent. The program cost is actually quite affordable and the quality of service and care amazing. The though of paying for a child is icky so I prefer to say we are paying for the services needed to acquire a child. Simple word games I must play with myself.
I am fairly certain you are board of my constant paperwork posts. I am board of actually doing the paperwork, so I cannot imagine the utter joylessness you get out of reading about it. Bear with me and it will soon be over for a while.
The paperwork we completed today was for advance orphan processing through immigration. Why is it that governmental forms make me cringe, sweat, and ultimately start writing with a blue pen when the form clearly states in the 6+ pages of instructions to a 2 page document that you must write in BLACK pen in capital letters. Capital letters, damn, I must do it over for the 4th time. I fret about little things, like…the form we received from our agency was on pink paper. I got 5 characters into that form before I made an error and had to chuck it. So I downloaded a new form from the site and printed it. On white paper that is. I started to fill it out, put our address in the wrong spot and then decided that I needed to match the pink paper just in case it was secret code between our agency and the processing center for the really stellar adopters. Secret code – you think I am delusional, but this is the government and immigration.
Pink paper it was, until, I gave M. my maiden name. I am entirely competent people, but I swear this was the most confusing form ever. The blanks did not match up with the info you were supposed to put there and the questions were jeopardy hard. For example how would you answer this question…..
Do you plan to travel abroad to locate or adopt a child?
You would assume the answer is yes, but low and behold, it is NO. We are traveling abroad to pick up our child, but not to actually locate them or adopt them. According to our very informative program rep that is all done ahead of time and we are merely traveling to PICK THEM UP. Luckily I e-mailed her 3 times for clarification during the completion of this 2 page form.
So, yeah, I would have gotten that question wrong.
How about this one:
Do you plan to adopt more than one child?
Well, we don’t plan on it per say, but if twins, triplets, or siblings under the age of 1 come along we are willing and approved to accept them. So, I actually had to put that we are planning on adoption two children or I would have only been approved for one.
See my anguish? To add to it, M. pulled out the medical checklist form to reconsider a few items. My brain is spent and that may have to wait until January.
On another note, as I was trying to compose this post I was alarmed by about 18 gun shots in the street outside our house. Almost all the neighbors called 911 and then called each other. Cops are here – not random shooting, but unfortunately a gang thing. This is urban living I guess. I love my house, most of my neighbors, and the city. Crap. I can honestly say that I will most likely not be sleeping tonight so you may be hearing from me again.