I knew things were going too well- the kids adjusted back into school and the Hubs and I back into work without a fuss after the holidays. Which is odd. As great as the break was, none of us were that disappointed to get back to reality. Over break we some some great movies (the original Annie) and some OK movies (the latest Chipmunk movie)- both of which touched on the subject of being abandoned by biological parents, orphanages and adoption.
Friday night I had to work my second job. While I love both my jobs – this is my fun job where I get to tweet and talk to people on Facebook on behalf of a Fortune 15 company. I can do it from home and still cook dinner, put the kids to bed, or watch a movie with the Hubs 99% of the time. Of course, this past Friday was the 1% of the time where I had to train a new team member over the phone. I planned my night down to the minute so both kids were in bed 15 minutes before I had to get on the phone in the hopes that they’d have run out of excuses to get out of bed by the time the training starts.
I’ll give you a second to think about how well that went.
About 30 minutes after I put the kids to bed, the Bean came out of the bedroom, walked over to me and promptly burst into tears. I politely excused myself from my meeting, put myself on mute and asked the Bean what was going on.
You yelled at me yesterday, you yelled at me today and I know you’ll yell at me tomorrow*. So I know that means you’ll be taking me to the orphanage soon. Like maybe tomorrow. I don’t wannnnnntttt go go to the orphanage!
By this time, Scorch is trailing behind her laughing his butt off- “Bean, if they haven’t sent me yet, they won’t send you, so don’t worry.” (which is true). I shoo him off and the Bean and I have a long talk about how the Hubs and I will always love her, that no matter what, she’ll never go to the orphanage and on and on. She calmed down, got lots of loving and went back to bed. And I, being the consummate professional that I am, went back to training, giggling to myself over the drama.
But all this week, the topic keeps coming up. We have even googled where the nearest orphanage is and if our town has one (it doesn’t). I keep having flash backs to when Scorch’s anxiety started – all over a freaking hairless cat in a movie he had seen before. Tonight we walked through a list of the worst things the Bean could think of that she could do and I assured her even if she did that times infinity, I’d still keep her.
And I will, forever- even if some of the things she came up with freaked me out a little!