It came, today, in the morning.
Our wonderful homefinder asked if I had a few minutes to chat and could I conference Andrew in so we could all talk together?
Oh my gosh, he is at the airport, he is headed to Chicago – I babbled.
Let me try to get him before he gets on the plane. But in the meantime, is there anything you would like to talk to me about quickly, by chance, in case he is already on the flight and frankly I am dying to hear what you have to say so, you know, spill it…..
And she told me the tale, as much as she knows, which is surprisingly little. We’d been warned but still, surprisingly little on the substantial stuff.
It is a girl, she is in elementary school, she loves sparkly things and music and singing. Oh good, I like sparkly things and singing too. And I guess that is all I can say on the worldwide web except it is going to be traumatic for her, she has had a very hard life and we should put away any breakable stuff that we care about. Um, yeah, that ‘s right, homefinder said put away the breakables.
So tonight I am not baby proofing but sad-and-angry-little-girl-proofing my apartment to prepare for the arrival of fostwee – code name Blitzen.
And tomorrow is the day. It all begins.