It’s been months since I have posted. Life has been CRAA-ZEE. And not the good kind of crazy. Not the kind where you feel like life is hectic, but it’s for God and you know that it will let up and everyone will be wiser having had the experience. This was the crazy that had me feeling like I was drowning and drowning wouldn’t be such a bad thing. First we got two babies. This in itself is a huge blessing. But, it is a lot of work and a big adjustment. I think this was just setting the stage for being a little tired and run down. Then, we went to the first adoption hearing for Zachary, only to find that his birth parents met us there and had changed their mind about us adopting him. Huge blow. But then, a mere 24 hours later, they changed their mind and wanted us to adopt him. Much relief. But stress still permeated.
Then our kitchen drain backed up (which happens about every 6 months, so not that big of a deal), but while the kitchen was a disaster and the hubby was snaking the drain, a SWAT team showed up. Yup, a SWAT team. At least our city’s version of such team. We had at least 10 cops swarming our yard, our home, with assault rifles, shields, dogs, flashlights. Cop cars, with lights flashing, blocked off the streets. At 10pm, on a cold, winter night, they wanted us to evacuate our home because there was a shooter in the neighborhood. They wanted to use our house as their stake out. Ummm. Sir. Officer. What would you like me to do out on the street with the 12 children that are in my home?? “Well”, he says, “Does your basement have cement walls?” Yes, it does. So off we went to awaken our sleeping babies, round up our children, and hunker down in one of the bedrooms of the basement. Now, if we had experienced this kind of occupation before, we would have been sure to grab our ipads, phones, laptops and kombucha so as to occupy us. But, nope, we were a little surprised by the requests to hide in order to avoid bullets. So when the police said, “RUN, RUN, RUN!!” We high tailed it down our basement stairway. I did, however, grab two bottles for the babies. We sat in the dark for about 2 hours before the “all clear” was given. It was all pretty painless. Boring, but painless. We had to sit in silence and darkness (police orders) so we didn’t come up with fun songs to sing or games to play. We went upstairs for about 20 minutes, only to be told that we now were facing a bomb threat, so we had to head back to the “hideout”. This time, we did grab our electronics and our kombucha. But, this confinement only lasted about 40 minutes before it was determined that there was no bomb threat. It was safe to go back upstairs.
All in all, it was a late night for everyone and truly, it wasn’t very stressful. Just kind of a pain in the arse. But, a memory none of us will forget. The real stressor came when social services called me out of the blue in March and said, “We are coming to take the twins in two days. Please have them packed and ready to live with their grandma permanently.” I will post more on this soon.