It started the week before J left and so it continues. Now I know from reading Kim that this is due to stress. It’s actually funny because what will set it off is predictable. These things include:

–Seeing an email from my boss come into my mail program;
–Noah asking if he can play on my laptop;
–Brett asking what’s for dinner;
–Seeing that the number on my caller ID is our realtor.

I am so transparent! Ha!

We’re looking at another house tonight (twitch twitch). I’ve been giving Brett a hard time about this whole moving thing since it was his idea. I’m milking that to my best advantage any time he complains about the stress or work of moving. Me, I can complain about the stress and work of moving without compunction because it was not my idea.

I was at the library today and Madison and I played in the puppet room while Noah was looking for books. There was another woman there with a son just a month younger than Maddie. I was kind of listening in on her conversation with her friend (how could I help it? It’s not like they were whispering!) and realized that the little boy was adopted.

“Excuse me,” I said. “I was rudely listening on and was curious if you used an agency? Madison was adopted, too, and we used Gentle Care.”

So then we traded adoption stories.

Her son had golden wavy hair, olive skin and big brown eyes. Turns out he’s also biracial — African American/white. How about that? Made me think of the Roberts inquiries that make note of his kids’ coloring.

Madison was too damn cute there, chattering away and running with these boys about Noah’s age. I feel this absolute wonder watching her; I don’t know how we got so lucky to have her in our lives.

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