The last weeks before travel were the hardest part of our first adoption. Harder than jet lag. Harder than adjusting to leaving and coming back 3 times. Harder than bringing Jacob out of the orphanage. Harder than orphan behaviors. Harder than the lock down. Harder than everything. The last month was just h-a-r-d.
Here we are again.
The motivation to get things done is very elusive. I know I need to prepare, but I just want to crawl into a hole until it's time to board the plane. My to-do list is a mile long thanks to the "natural" nesting instinct. But every day I think, "I'll do it tomorrow." I have learned through experience that everything that MUST get done gets done. And the day we board the plane, the rest just doesn't matter. But this feeling of having a ton to do and not wanting to do any of it is so annoying.
It is so exciting to have our itinerary and see all of the amazing things we will be doing in China. But it doesn't make me want to get ready, it makes me want to go! Screw packing and preparing. Can I just get on the plane? I'll figure it all out once I get there. Let's go!
I have not quite reached the complete sleepless state that we did before Russia. But I am now to the point that I have to force my eyelids shut at night and, although I feel like I slept soundly when I wake, I feel tired all day. Why does bringing a child into the family have to include lack of sleep even when there is no childbirth and it is not an infant you are bringing home?
Only 13 days left. I can do this. 13 days. Less than two weeks. It is almost here... except for all the stuff I need to get done... Sigh.
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