On the run . . .

That's how our week has felt. I feel like I'm running on a treadmill without all of the awesome calorie burning. Tuesday was our first training meeting. We cruised through McD's for a fast bite. We smelled like quarter pounders when we arrived. We met 9 other couples who are in the process as well. It's funny how people interact with other strangers. We were all crammed into this little meeting room. As per my usual habit, I searched the room for a pair of eyes to connect with (Shane was in the bathroom). No one would look up. Everyone was so serious. I just wanted to make a little small talk. We opened with our name and something interesting about ourselves. As soon as I sat down, I realized that my socks didn't match. That was my interesting fact. Shane's was that he was adopted at 4 months. There were definitely interesting people there, but you can't help sizing them all up and comparing yourself. I had to confess this later. We watched a very moving video describing the process of adoption from a birthmother's perspective. I tried to cry quietly but I made little snorting sounds. How embarrassing!


Today we had our home inspections by the fire marshall and health department. Talk about under the microscope! I was neurotically finishing the all important wipe of the fridge seal when the fire marshall arrived. He was all business. I always find those kinds of people a challenge. I try to disarm them a bit and at get at least a smile or a laugh. I got one smile and a passing score. He looked behind our dryer. I won't tell you what he found. It was lint pergatory back there. The health dept. inspector arrived a half an hour early as I was finishing the basement. Just before he rang the bell, Maxi made her escape and proceeded to run around the neighborhood for 2 hours. What a day! We also passed this inspection and now I'm chasing the weekend. Training next week is Mon-Wed. Pray that we both don't collapse! I need some Gatorade!