Well, we are in a mad rush to finish getting things together for this new baby to come home.
Of course I am basically finished patching up the giant hole in the wall that Linda wanted complete before the baby came home.
Our plan is to have the whole bedroom painted by Saturday night before we go to bed. :-P
Sunday is going to be spent finishing up and decorating the room. It is going to be a mad rush, just like one of those decorating shows on tv.
We are supposed to call the orphanage to check in with the director, Raquel. For some reason both of us seem to be way to nervous to make this call. It has caused major stress. We can only call between the hours of 11:00am to 1:00pm. So yesterday I went home on my lunch hour to make the call. Only to discover our new phone (using the cable phone system) does not allow international calls. What the hell does that mean? After a few seconds of trying to get my panic down to a manageable state did I realize that I just have to go online and log into our account to give myself permission to make this call.
So I call Linda at work, figuring she would know what to do. She sends me to the website area. Okay easy enough. She then says to log in using a particular name and password. Well of course that doesn't work. Now I'm starting to panic even more, because my time window was closing rapidly, not to mention I have to get back to work.
I figure that maybe on her computer the password might be saved, so I turn on her computer. Which brings my blood to the boiling point way faster than it should have.
Apparently, her computer has to be turned on a "special way". Having her try to explain it over my cell phone with a lousy connection only adds to my inability to contain my mental stability. Repeatedly, turning her computer on then off, then unplugging usb cables, turning on the computer etc, etc, etc. I never got it to work....
Ultimately, I F R E A K stressed by the fact that I now have to be back at work in 20 minutes, and only 5 minutes left to call the orphanage. I couldn't handle it. So I yell and scream and curse and tell Linda that she has to call when she comes home from work at 3:00 and now it is her problem.
Typing it all down now just makes me look and feel silly. After all, it was just a simple little phone call.
After Linda came home she tried calling, but Raquel had gone home. Linda was told to call after 11:00am on Friday.
Today, Friday, I again rushed home. This time at 11:30 and tried calling. Of course I get a woman who doesn't speak English. So in my rudimentary Spanish I ask for Raquel. Only to be told in spanish, that Raquel was not there. The woman than started trying to explain something to me. But unfortunately, I didn't get it. For all I know Raquel couldv'e been coming back in 5 minutes. I hung up once again discouraged.
With all of the turmoil leading up to this adoption, We still can't wait to get a hold of that baby...
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