"It isn't much fun for One, but Two
Can stick together," says Pooh, says he.
"That's how it is," says Pooh.
from "Us Two" in Now We Are Six by A. A. Milne
Going downtown to have adoption documents certified and notarized isn't much fun by yourself, but if a good friend volunteers to go down with you and help you navigate the Ch*nese consulate for the first time and then have lunch, it's a lot better. It is especially nice to have that friend along when you find out that the notary you used for some of your paperwork wasn't really a notary at all and the Secretary of State won't certify the documents, because then you are not as tempted to go cry in a corner over the lost time and future expediting fees.
So, my fantasies of being nearly done with the dossier were dashed and I find myself looking at a third trip downtown, redoing 6 documents, and paying the more expensive expediting fees on top of it all. I guess we're going to claim this week as our fall break and go a week later than I had planned when I did my schedule.
This is worse than being sent home from the hospital with false labor. At least then all that needs to be done is sit and rest, drink some blackberry leaf tea, and let people wait on you. This is just a royal pain... and not the productive type, either.
I don't think I can manage any optimistic or hopeful things to write right now. I'm tired, angry, have bills to pay (which this will not help), and feel as though this adoption is never going to come about. I am so tired of roadblocks.