I forgot how traumatic the adoption home study is.
I guess I blocked it out. Maybe once I held my son and knew he was ours, all those memories vanished from my mind.
But we are right back in the thick of it.
And I hate it. To the point of tears.
I’m just glad my child is asleep right now, because the expletives that are slipping from my lips are not appropriate for him to hear. Especially at this age where he parrots almost everything we say. Continue reading