As usual, right?
I’m about a week away from the end of the semester, and I just need to assemble my final project for the one class I’m taking. That shouldn’t take long. However, I’m really irked because we had one group assignment during the semester and neither of my group members did their work. Yes, I got two duds in my group. Ugh. So, I am lacking some feedback that is supposed to be included in my final project. It’s bad enough when group members don’t pull their weight, but even worse when you can’t really make up for it. I’m going to try, but I don’t have high hopes for getting full points on my project. Boooo.
We met with our social worker about our homestudy last week. We have to fill out all of our initial paperwork again because of some crazy issue with the notarization. The paperwork is perfectly fine, mind you. We just have to copy over all of the info and have it re-notarized. Argh.
In addition, we have to go get fingerprinted and come up with statements on letterhead to verify our employment. None of these things are terribly difficult, but after so many papers and hoops and such, I do start to feel a little bit sad that no one has to check these things before you take a biological baby home from the hospital. Yes, I want them to know that I am a fit mother. It’s just that I feel like I am so much more than an income statement.
Currently, I’m baking some parmesan fish that smells so amazing, I can’t wait for lunch. My friend Alison sent me a recipe for parmesan chicken that is really easy and yummy. Just throw some mayo and parmesan on top of the chicken, smear around, and toss some bread crumbs on top before baking. I decided to adapt it a wee bit for the fish I had in the freezer. If it tastes as good as it smells, this adaptation was an excellent idea.