God In A Mail Box

Sometimes when you're sitting on the fence, God delivers to the mail box.

Say what?

It's like this. I'm in a lazy stretch. Well, maybe not totally lazy, just a late winter early spring slump. I'm getting to things and getting them done, just slowly. Very, very slowly.

From the time that it became probable that we would adopt Permanent Princess we have been having a conversation about changing our license from the county we live in to the county we get our kids from. Now, Little One has two older siblings, The Girlies. We really would like to see the siblings be able to stay together, especially if they aren't going to be able to go home. There is also a lot of politics between the two counties. There are some power play issues and some general not niceness going on.

We just think that life would be easier--if that is even possible in Foster Care Land--if we were licensed in the county we actually take kids from.

But.

I've just been being slow about getting the house in order, making the phone calls, filling in the forms and such.

So God delivered to my mail box instead.

A great big fat envelope. Stuffed with forms, waiting to be filled in because it's time to re-license in our current county.

Well, there you go.

A kick in the butt.

Guess I know what I'll be getting to tomorrow.

Yeah, that's right.

That long list of phone calls and things I've been putting off.