I have been very remiss about keeping up with this blog in the last 5 weeks. Goodness me… has it really been as long as that?! I have a very good excuse though.
As many of my regular readership know, my husband and I have been going through the fairly tortuous UK Adoption process. After really beginning to believe that we were never going to get a match… ever… we got the call from our social worker that changed everything. And put even more onto my to do list than I ever thought humanly possible.
So, although we have been matched with a little boy, there are still multitudinous things that can go wrong. We are getting excited, and we are getting prepared, but there is no definite placement until all the bureaucratic hoops have been jumped through. The first thing we had to do was do a massive spring clean.
Now, you guys know that I keep a clean house. It isn’t clinical by any means, but it is clean. Well, apparently, according to our social worker and her colleague, not clean enough. Despite the p;ace being cleaner and tidier than usual, we had to get new covers for the sofa and chairs, we have to get new throws for the sofa, we had to get new furniture for the conservatory. Yes, really. And no, I am not kidding. I was told I had to bring flowers in from the garden and we basically had to stage the house as if we were going to feature in an edition of Homes & Gardens. I was more or less informed that I do not clean enough, that my house smells of dog (no it bloody well doesn’t!) and that the social worker would have a very critical eye and clearly my house would fail miserably. As I am sure you can imagine, I was a little annoyed by that. But I wrote it all down, and ticked off each thing that I had been asked to do. And then I listed the things I had done extra to that big list.
As it turned out, the little one’s social worker walked in and loved the place. She told us she could imagine the little guy in our garden and that was it really. We showed her around, we gave her the tour of the house, I fed the social workers a light meal (yes, I had to do that too…!) and they were so impressed they took home doggy bags. Yes. Really.
Was it all over after the biggest clean of our married life? Nope. Then there were visits. Then there was more redecorating to do. Then there was my In Laws big house-warming party which meant I had an enormous tent on the garden. Then there was a week of painting in the kitchen to do. And so… here we are.
I am now officially taking a break from decorating for the foreseeable future… I have plenty of other stuff to be getting on with, not least getting the garden straight, restoring my lawn into something I am proud of and re-conquering the twin peaks of Mount Washmore and Mount Ironmore. Oh, and studying. And blogging.
I hope to write again soon.