A glimpse into what your future could look like......

So for those of you ever waiting for your referrals, I thought I would share what your future may look like.........

You know that nice spacious house you're living in? Add baby, high chair, walker, toys, play saucer and a few random other "things" and soon you'll feel like you're living in a two story Dorito bag. Expect this to also happen with your car.

Be prepared to have your floor in the kitchen "crunch". Yup that's right..."crunch". A few Cherrios here, a couple Gerber puffs there, throw in a some Wagon Wheels and be prepared to crunch. I now wear flip flops at all times (like I didn't before?) I don't have Fido to help clean up the food. Actually the last thing I need is something else in the house that poops. Therefore I have this.

So black looks good on you? Me too, minus the formula, oatmeal, baby food and sometimes milk. Ya see, black is good at covering up things that aren't white. Unfortunate for you, the formula is white, the milk is white and even the oatmeal is white enough to make you look like a walking napkin. Have a good sense of humor so that when you're in the car far enough away from home to drive back and change, you can laugh at the fact that you have enough food clinging to your shirt to feed a small army.

Most likely this next one will only last a short while as children adopted from China are not newborns. While standing in the mirror trying to remove the mascara from under your eyes, the same mascara that you actually took off before going to bed, just stop! It's not going anywhere. It's not even mascara....that crap is permanent. It's called the "I'm not sleeping and have a baby in the house" look. The one thing that compliments this look well, would be that black shirt with all the food on it!

You might find yourself standing while scratching your head (or your ass) and wondering, "Where the hell did all this laundry come from?" Go ahead check the house....no one else moved in except that 18 pound princess. There is no other family living in the house. You really arent' doing the neighbors laundry. All that S&@ is yours. The next question is..."does this S*#@ multiply while we're sleeping?" I know....I go through this same thing every day.

Oh and for the 1st time parents. Don't expect Mr. Fluffy Pants to like your new child. Mr Murph took one smell of Jessica and that was it. He now hides all day and waits to hear her door close after she's gone to sleep. We did have a dog at one point. That was till the dog decided she was scared shitless of the baby and wanted to nip at her.

One thing I can say positive about CCAA (actually there are many, just not pertaining to how long the wait has gotten) is they are preparing 1st time parents for the "real deal". Expect the unexpected. Nothing will ever go your way.

Case and point.
It took you a solid 2 weeks to finally put together a lunch date with the girls, good for you. Too bad baby So-n-So will refuse to take a nap. You have it all planned out. Little miss fancy panties will take a nap around 10am...you'll take an hour shower, put on that cute outfit minus all the food and have a great lunch with the girls. WRONG...this is the day (totally out of the blue) that peanut will not take a nap. Therefore that hour long shower will be cut to about 3 minutes. Don't worry, you'll make it to lunch. Only you'll have miss cranky panties in tow and look like you got only half dressed.

This is especially true when it come to professional pictures. I know all the 1st time parents are dreaming about all the pictures they'll finally get to hang on the walls. Let me tell ya, it never fails. The day you have an appointment for the pictures, she'll wake up with a stye and her eye will be swollen shut. Or she'll wake up on the wrong side of the crib and nothing in the world will make her smile. Laugh now...you'll see.

And then there's enjoying going out to dinner. You'll probably only have to experience the next scenario on some occasions. You'll get the privilege of ordering drinks, dinner, the check and a "to go" box in one foul swoop. "But what about the appetizers and dessert" you ask? The appetizer would have been that granola bar you ate on the way to the restaurant. After all, it's 5pm and you can't remember if you even ate breakfast. If you don't eat something you'll pass out before you even get to order. And dessert? That's all the food left on your childs plate who refuses to eat what you've ordered them.

Geez, Aimee you make it all sound bad. It's not "bad", it's called life! If you forgot how wonderful having children can be (or will be)read previous posts.