It’s been a frustrating long weekend. Topped off tonight by me proving that without a doubt I am completely domestically pathetic. 100% stupid in the kitchen. I decided to bake a chocolate cake. It’s now baked and cooling and seems fine but I feel like a total moron. Without reliving the trauma I will tell you that I forgot the eggs, grilled it rather than baked it so the bottom 90% was liquid and had to be cooked twice. I won’t even mention the brilliant job I made of icing it. Too traumatic. About a month ago I grilled rather than roasted a chicken which thankfully turned out fine but oh boy, the stress involved in making a simple bloody cake!
The other frustrating part of the weekend was last night. We filled out the adoption application forms in full and just needed two references – one of which has to be a family member. We’ve kept it from my family to avoid any lectures about money and also we were worried the excitement of becoming a grandma might kill my mum. So we asked Dave’s mum thinking she’d love to have a grandchild. Apparently not. She said no and would pretty much rather have no grandchild over an adopted one because some strange friends of hers adopted a child about 40 yrs ago and had problems with the birth mother. I was and still am SO MAD. His mother and 2 sisters have have shown themselves to be extremely closed minded, rude and breathtakingly selfish in the two years we have been together. I was mad, I was hurt and I was just plain angry.
So I rang my mum. And she said yes, she’ll be a reference for us. It’s for the best really because she knows us as a couple and most importantly she understood why we’re doing this. It’s not a decision we made lightly and every time someone has made a judgement about us or why we are doing this I’ve been shocked. Why wouldn’t we want to give a baby a home when we can’t have a biological one? It’s a natural step for us. So after a challenging weekend the papers are filled out and tomorrow I’m going to send them off. This is it!!