Hurricanes and good friends
Warning: I ramble write. I will be jumping from topic to topic below. Perhaps if I write more, I can stay on one topic longer.
The recent hurricane "Irma" that struck Florida last week changed our plans for Monday. Because it was such a large natural disaster and because of a lot of fears that the hurricane would go straight through Greenville, our meeting with the Department of Social Services was rescheduled. At first, the email we got said the next date for our meeting would not be until October, another 4 weeks out. But after a second and third read through the email (after much prompting from Liz) I noticed that we also had an opportunity to attend the rescheduled meeting for this upcoming Monday.
UPDATE: It's Monday morning and we're ready for the meeting. I'm scheduled to be off work and Liz made sure all of the paperwork was ready. I might have enjoyed photographing and printing copies a little too thoroughly. Excited to finally feel like we're making progress!
Good news can sometimes be a bit more complicated. Liz's work schedule is pretty flexible if we have enough notice. But a weeks notice and you're almost guaranteed to want or need a day where Liz is working and I'm super busy. Well, that happened for this upcoming Monday, but we have a great friend at Liz's workplace named Allen. After he heard about that Liz and I needed to attend this meeting to continue our struggle through the process known as "adoption" he immediately volunteered to take the first 4 hours of Liz's shift.
Our hearts go out to those affected in Hurricane Irma. As recently as this morning, there were still homes without electricity in Greenville, and the destruction gets worse as you go south.
On a slightly different note, I can't help but express some apprehension of becoming a dad. I recently decided to work a number of overtime hours to increase the income for a short period. The results of this 2 week grind left me in quite the state. I think I yelled or got super emotional over silly things nearly every hour I was at work. At least with work, I can opt out of extra hours at any time. Where as, when I become a dad, that's a 24 hour job with a small 8 hour hole where I will try my hardest to support the family.
I will try to not be the dad who isn't home because he has to work extra hours. I've been in that role in years past and believed the lie that was "more money equals happiness." Well, it doesn't. I know it doesn't. "More work hours equals Josh in a terrible very bad no good mood" is much a truer sentiment.
Throughout these last two weeks, Liz and I took turns taking care of one another. I occasionally ran errands and food to Liz's workplace as a special treat and made breakfast and kept the kitchen mostly clean. Liz has done all the laundry and cooked nearly all of our meals. It's kind of amazing to sit back and reflect on how seamlessly Liz and I fall into a rhythm of mutual care and benefit. I think this will be a quality that should pay off dividends when we get kids.
Liz recently spoke at a women's church event on hospitality. We have always opened our home and our hearts to strangers. I'm super proud of my wife and how hard she works at making others feel at home and relaxed when visiting. Hopefully soon, we can start to teach hospitality to a new generation.