I haven't been doing much updating, mainly because we've been so busy with family coming to visit, and doing some house stuff which includes changing our home office into a room for a little girl. Exciting! We're about 8 weeks away from most likely being ready to travel to Kiev if all goes well- fingers and other assorted limbs are permanently crossed right about now.
Still, it has been a few months of a nightmare rides on roller coasters, some of which I intend to discuss at a later time, when the adoption is finally through and over. We've had one serious thing go wrong that almost made us have to pull out of the process completely- but thank G-d it all got sorted out in the end.
Anyways, I'm steaming mad at something new today and I could just scream. When people say that adoption isn't for the faint at heart, I kind of rolled my eyes previously, and thought "how hard is just filling in a bunch of papers?" Sure, it's a bit of a grind and it's time consuming, but really, if you just dot those i's and cross those t's, how hard can it be? Well indeed that's the case, but what nobody factors in is just all the incompetence of other people that you have no choice in dealing with when it comes to the process itself. It makes me crazy.
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Monday, July 5, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
Murder by Papercuts
A trying day. It’s the last evening I have, being home alone with the cats before O comes back from his business conference. So naturally, the day has been spent running around tying up loose ends before the weekend begins and civil servant life in QC as we know it grinds to a stop. I was expecting this to happen at around noon, but lo and behold, our tax dollars keep the office hours going till a slave-driving 4:30pm! How do they survive? Mush, mush, row row, mais non?
This afternoon I had to trot down to the borough office to attempt to obtain a document for the Ukrainian government, after spending yesterday mostly on my hands and knees. I’d make a joke here, but it would be in poor taste and I would probably need to get another notarized paper from Social Services explaining to the provincial powers-that-be that I was only joking. Sigh. Fearing the worst, I collected up all evidence that I actually *do* own the home I spent all afternoon measuring the previous day with a tape that only went up to 16 feet at a time to calculate the "actual living space" (minus closets, entry vestibules, decks, and places where things like washers, driers and hot water tanks live) and then again to calculate everything INCLUDING outdoor walls... but minus interior ones. This is to satisfy a country where 20 children live in a one room orphanage that may or may not have running water. They need to be assured that I live in better conditions than they do, I guess.
This afternoon I had to trot down to the borough office to attempt to obtain a document for the Ukrainian government, after spending yesterday mostly on my hands and knees. I’d make a joke here, but it would be in poor taste and I would probably need to get another notarized paper from Social Services explaining to the provincial powers-that-be that I was only joking. Sigh. Fearing the worst, I collected up all evidence that I actually *do* own the home I spent all afternoon measuring the previous day with a tape that only went up to 16 feet at a time to calculate the "actual living space" (minus closets, entry vestibules, decks, and places where things like washers, driers and hot water tanks live) and then again to calculate everything INCLUDING outdoor walls... but minus interior ones. This is to satisfy a country where 20 children live in a one room orphanage that may or may not have running water. They need to be assured that I live in better conditions than they do, I guess.
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