I fucked up.  Yet again.  I was happily waiting for an update from my agency that I was in family court.  Turns out I won’t be in family court for awhile.  When I did our power of attorney, I apparently didn’t change one of the incorrect dates that the person who prepared it had typed in.  They reminded me to change both.  I thought I changed both.  I apparently didn’t change both.  And it sat at my agency’s office in Guatemala and they sent it to the Ministry for registration without looking it over and now, a month later, the Ministry noticed the mistake and rejected it.  I can’t decide who I am more angry with – myself for making such a stupid mistake or my agency for not looking at the damn thing.

Now, it is my fault that there is no longer hope of having Sabrina home by the time she is 6 months old.  It is my fault that we will miss out on at least another month of her young life.  It is my fault that there won’t be a pretty little Easter dress next spring for her.  I can’t even describe my feelings.  I just want to crawl under the bed and have someone pull me out in about 6 months.  I hate this fucking process with every fiber of my being.

Thank you to the ladies who propped me up during my meltdown last night.  And thank you to Kendra who is yet again making a trip to Harrisburg to get one of my documents certified.