There are many people that have told us to use this time to relax and focus on the adoption. We need to rest because when we get home we will have to deal with a new addition to the family, time change, going back to work, etc. Well I do not know how you do that. I know that God's handprints are all over this, but I can not quit thinking about everything going on in our lives right now. Debbie and I both sit awake at night with so many things going through our minds. We think about home, our other son, our jobs, and Stasik. What is Carter doing? Is there any bill we forgot to pay? Are our classes going ok back at school? Is Stasik cold tonight? What else do we need to plan for him? What words do I learn tonight so I can tell the orphanage doctor what we need tomorrow? It goes on and on. We know that Carter is taken care of and we know that we work with great people that support us 100% in this journey, but we still can't help but worry about it. We both laid down at 3:00 this morning and here I am wide awake at 7:00 a.m., having had only a slight nap. I am already thinking about what we need to do today.
Right now I am listening to what sounds like a party in our hallway and that just adds to it. Our hotel is alive with sounds at all times of the day and night. We would change residence, but pickings are slim and we are very conveniently located. Our room is a cross between the Louvre and a cheap Vegas hotel. We have a naked replica of Aphrodite that stands between our room entrance and the main living quarters. Debbie has found a function for the Hellenistic piece of antiquity and uses it to hang her hat and scarf when we come in everyday. For several nights I believed I was being observed as a I lay with my eyes open. Even if I pull the hat down over her eyes I still get the sense that I am being watched. We have a nude picture that hangs above our bed. It could very well be the picture sketched by Jack Dawson in the movie Titanic. Rose Dewitt Bukater without the heart of the ocean necklace. There is a light that always shines through the window and as I lay awake at night I can easily see myself in the mirror adhered to the ceiling above our bed. The blue satin bedspread matches the blue tile in the vegas style, hot tub bathroom and I could swear that there is also a man that lives in the walls of the hotel and bangs on the pipes all night. Not bad for 50 bucks a night, but far from the ideal venue for a great night's sleep. Early this morning every patron staying on our floor slammed their hotel room doors and it sounded like a 21 gun salute as they locked up and went out to start their day. Note to self: next trip pack the earplugs and the sleeping mask.
More to come later today!