I Used to Love Rollercoasters ...

When we were kids, we couldn't wait to go to Six Flags Great America. We did an annual trip every year with our family, and then when I got into Middle School my friends and I would find rides down to Gurnee, stay for the day, and have another parent pick us up. We would wait in line for hours to get onto the coasters. While in line we would eat lemon ice chillers, funnel cakes, and cheese fries. We would sometimes make plans to meet other friends there -- or sometimes even boys! Riding the roller coasters was fun. We would scream and laugh, and when the ride was done, we would get off, and race to the next coaster to stand in line for another hour. Riding rollercoasters never got old. Year after year, we would return and go on those rides that we have loved for so long.

 

Now, however, I am on a rollercoaster that I don't like so much.

 

This rollercoaster doesn't seem to end.

 

This rollercoaster doesn't give me the fun tickles in my tummy. 

 

This rollercoaster is called adoption.

 

Maybe that's not a fair statement. I wouldn't call Akyl a "rollercoaster". I wouldn't call E a "rollercoaster". But the process in which we are in so that we may become parents?

 

Yes, that rollercoaster.

 

It sucks.

 

Our I-800 application still has not been sent out. When I spoke to our agency last week, we were told that they should have the translations and be able to get the application out that day. It's been 8 days, and they still don't have the translations finished, which means they can't send our application out.

 

What does that mean?

 

It means that our 2-3 weeks, plus 10ish day "timeline" has not started yet. I don't want to say the dreaded "D" word ... but our timeline has been somewhat postponed. We aren't happy campers.

 

I think this rollercoaster is literally killing me. Taking years off my life.

 

All the while, it just means more time for sweet E in the damn orphanage.