Knowing that the adoption agency representative was coming over on Monday, last weekend we were anxiously getting the house ready, cleaning and picking up. On Saturday night we even went to dinner with a friend who had gone through this process and asked her for pointers.
Over the weekend, our anxieties kept coming out, directed at one another, of course. By Sunday it was pretty intense.
Michael was, fortunately, off on Monday for Indigenous People's Day, so he was able to get a number of chores completed. When I came in from work about 40 minutes before her arrival, I discovered that Michael had everything set up in the kitchen for brewing coffee or tea, serving iced tea or water, and he had an apple pie warming in the oven. To be fair, I had made sure to put out all the fall home decor over the weekend.
With a few minutes left, I swept the front porch, and we realized at the last minute that the bathroom mirror had not been cleaned.
With finally everything ready, I sat down in the living room to wait. Michael said, "I don't want her to think that we're both just sitting here waiting, I'll go stand in the kitchen and only come out after she rings the doorbell." I told him he was overthinking this a little.
-- Scott