Catch Up

     So, I haven't blogged in a while. It's usually too hard during the day, when I feel as though I'm dropping at least one ball if I'm sitting in front of the computer. And at night I'm usually busy with James. We are really into watching Psych on Netflix right now. Have you seen it? You should. It's so very funny. And you can watch it with your grandma, which is another plus. But right now, Juliet it still asleep, and June is playing quietly with toys, which is actually a reverse of their usual behaviors. So, here's what's been going on the last few weeks"
     I got new eyebrows. Yes, you read that correctly. In junior high I plucked all my eyebrows out to make a very thin line, which for some reason I thought was attractive. Mistake. Even more of a mistake since they never grew back, and for the last 12 years I have had incompetent eyebrows. I filled them in every morning for the last few years, but that comes with its own set of problems. So, I made a snap decision (which is what most of my decisions are) and made an appointment with a permanent cosmetologist to basically have eyebrows tattooed on my face. The cosmetologist, Dottie, was extremely nice and told me she could make me look great. She's done 15,000 procedures, for goodness sakes! But I would have to wait two months, until mid-May, because she was so booked up. Apparently eyebrow mutilation is rampant in these parts. So I booked a session, and slowly started to panic. I'm sure everyone can think of an least one encounter with the unfortunately eyebrowed, whether they are permanent or drawn fresh every day. I did not want this to be me. But how could it not be? I was getting a tattoo on my face. My sister was no help. Let's just leave it at that. But I was determined to go through with it. May 14th dawned, and I was not nearly as nervous as I imagined. I was much more nervous when I had LASIK. I had to wait all day until 3:00, though. But, I made it. I did not turn at the door and run. She put me in a dentist-type chair and we proceeded to choose colors, then I approved the shape she drew. And then we started. All I could do was breath through the first eyebrow, until she handed me a mirror. Cue angels singing gloriously, I knew everything was going to be all right. It's been two weeks, and I look great, if I say so myself. Fortunately, so does my husband, and my friends, and most importantly, my sister.
     Now I have to take a moment to brag on my girlies. We went to a friend's house for dessert on Friday, and stayed until midnight. They were so good! June conked out at about 10:00, but Juliet was her sweet self all the way to the end (although she did start to cry when we told her that no, she couldn't have anymore cake at 11:00). We have always been able to do this with her (when she was younger we would take her out to Happy Hour at our favorite sushi place, from 10:00 to midnight. She would sit quietly and eat edamame until it was time to go home), so it's nice to know that the tradition continues with June. I should add that this was not a typical night for us. I usually start getting them ready for bed sometime between 8 and 9.
     Finally, the future. I am getting a little stressed, because of VBS and Foster Care Training. I agreed to do the decorations for VBS, and it is a lot of work. I think I am making it that way though, which I tend to do. I have a bit of pride in my artistic abilities, and I like to wow people. My friend reminded me that the kids will absolutely love it no matter what, which is absolutely true. I just need to keep reminding myself of that, as well as the fact that not everyone feeds off of procrastination like I do, which means I should stay in better contact with all of those helping out.
     We also start FCT in three weeks. And there is so much paperwork. Plus we still all need to go get fingerprinted (yes, all of us, apparently to rule out the risk that June is a six-months-old outlaw). And James and I need notes from our doctors assuring the agency that we are not secretly morbidly unhealthy. James doesn't even have a doctor, and I am going to try to convince my midwife to just sign it. I want to make a good impression on these people, but having everything done on time is just not my style. I'm pretty sure that's what they expect, though. At our first home meeting, we were asked "How good are you at working in teams, coordinating with others, and staying organized?" Snort. So maybe this will be good for me. Or maybe or caseworker will go home every night and weep. I don't know. But please pray for all of us!