I have been putting off a new entry and rationalizing my procrastination for days now. While procrastination is never a good idea, there are many good reasons for my delay in writing this entry.
10. Football season started.
9. School is keeping me very busy.
8. I've been planning a bridal luncheon for my sweet cousin, Amber's wedding on September 5th.
7. Sometimes, I feel like being lazy and just watching TV.
6. The dishes are overflowing out of my sink and need to be washed.
5. I've been reading some great adoption books, Adopted for Life by Russel Moore and There is No Me Without You by Melissa Faye Green
4. I've been reading countless updates on our adoption Yahoo Group.
3. Adoption blog-stalking is very time consuming.
2. I can't stand blogs that just COMPLAIN and I don't want to be "that blogger."
1. I'm tired of talking about adoption paperwork and that's about all there is to talk about right now.
So...with that said, here is the most mundane post I hope to ever write, written entirely out of my own personal guilt over procrastinating for so long. I must break free. Here goes...
Monday, August 23rd (Mark's birthday), Mark and I headed to the local USCIS office to be fingerprinted for our Biometrics appointment at 8:00 a.m. It was to be a quick fingerprinting, followed by a fast drive to work so I could make it for my first class. We arrived a few minutes early, entered the office, and approached a metal detector much like the airport security scanners. As I entered, I was told I could not bring in my coffee...understandable. I set it down on the ground in the hallway outside the office, so I could grab it on the way out. Big mistake. Apparently, drinks have to be taken all the way back down to your car even though the USCIS office is in a regular office building where many people gather in the hallways and elevators with a steaming hot mug of delicious coffee. No problem. I took it back to the car. When I came back up, we went through security easily and got in line with our appointment papers. When I approached the counter the girl said we did not have the appropriate paperwork. Mark's appointment was verified, but I did not have an appointment sheet. I felt like throwing up. After waiting 5 months to have this moment, the last piece of our dossier completed, I was about to freak out. I stepped away from the window, turned toward a chair, and sat down. Immediately, Mark said, "You can just sit there and pray and don't worry about it." He knew I was on the verge of a meltdown. He said it right in time because I was just about to explode. I did exactly as he suggested and prayed with all my heart that the women would find my paperwork quickly and that there would be NO ISSUES with it. About 15 minutes passed and I was quoting the last verse I knew from the bible about peace and patience in my head when the woman yelled my name to approach the window. I darted to toward her as she non-nonchalantly placed the paperwork under the window for me to grab. What a miracle. USCIS had found my paperwork and no extra calls, raised voices, or sudden freak-outs were required.
It was a mere 15 minute wait after that, and I was in the fingerprinting area getting my immigration fingerprints made! It was an emotional roller-coaster, but all is well that ends well. :)
Now we are waiting for the USCIS fingerprints to be processed and for an I-171H form, stating we've been cleared, to be sent to our home. Seems simple, right?
Wednesday, September 1st, the day I expected to possibly receive the forms, I got a call from a USCIS adoption officer. She wanted to know if "Mark made his appointment..." I still don't know what that means because when I called back at 4:00 on Wed. afternoon, the voicemail said the office was closed for a government holiday. No need to look up and re-read, folks. You're right. It was WEDNESDAY. I thought Labor Day was Monday???? I guess the government got off Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. Wow! Why don't I work for USCIS???
Today is Tuesday, September 7th, the day after Labor Day. When I called the office today, the voicemail said, "I only return calls between 10 am and 11 am." At this point, Mark and I were laughing out loud. This has got to be the funniest work schedule I've ever heard of! As of now, we still have not touched base with USCIS to see what was meant by "Did Mark make his appointment?"
USCIS saga to be continued...