Last Sunday night (er, not yesterday, but last last Sunday), after spending a lovely weekend in wine country with my mom and sister (mud baths, massages, and amazing food, oh my!), I was curled up on the couch with Cris watching the teevee when his sister called with a bit of a situation. Turns out O, Cris’s 12-year-old cousin, was going to need a place to live. Because his mom decided she wanted to leave the country and didn’t want to take him with her. And Cris is O’s godfather and O loves spending time with us and… yeah. You can see where that’s headed. So…can he live with you guys?
O has had a hard life and gone through more in 12 years than I hope to go through ever times infinity. But he’s one of the sweetest kids I’ve ever known and he loves Cris and every time he’s with us, he tries to get us to adopt him. It’s pretty heartbreaking, really. So the chance to take him out of a crappy home life and provide a much healthier, happier home was a no-brainer. How do you turn that down? So, yes, we said, of course he could come live with us.
And then it was all OMGWTF PANIC PARTY around here while we tried to wrap our heads around what this would actually mean. A twelve-year-old boy? In our home? Every day? Forever? OMG. WTF. Panic. Last week was filled with discussions about what this would me for us, for our family, our finances, our careers, our lives. How will we all fit comfortably in our small apartment? What about buying a house? What about having a second baby? We contacted school districts and lawyers and spent hours trying to figure things out.
And then Friday night, as I’m getting out of the shower, Cris passes me on the way to bed and says “So, we don’t have to worry about O,” like one might say oh, I ate the last cookie. Like no big deal, whatever. And I’m all OMG WTJAKLSJDLKASMCSAKDSA!!@!@!!1!@!#2@!!! as my brain kinda just gave up. Because I guess O’s mom realized that running off to be with her abusive, deported husband is maybe not the best idea? So she’ll stay after all? And this whole week of panic and stress and worry was just for fun! YAY?
So, that whole thing? Not gonna happen. And I think it’s equal parts sad and THANK GOD for us here.
tl;dr version of the past week: I could use a margarita.