It is going to be 102 degrees here today and warmer tomorrow. This is record breaking heat even for Southern California for mid-May. We’ve determined that G gets a heat rash (legs, arms, torso) when the temperatures get over 90 degrees which they have been on/off since April. I’m still not sure what the most effective treatment is other than prevention, but keeping a roaming toddler indoors is challenging.
Open House was a non-event. While I never heard from my parents either way as to whether they planned to attend, as we were about to leave, we found my dad in my son’s classroom. My mom wasn’t ‘feeling well’. Fine, whatever. H was proud his grandfather was there and in all his earnestness gave him a big hug which caught my otherwise affectionate-less father off guard.
I’ve heard nothing from my birth mother. She received the letter on May 2nd and her average response time is 3 weeks, so, I expect that if I am going to hear from her it will be by the end of next week. In thinking more about her unwillingness to provide me my birth father’s name, I wondered if there was legal precedent to compel her to give it to me. My friend who is an attorney in CA suggested I contact a family law attorney in MA which I’m in the process of doing (if anyone knows anyone, let me know). My on-line research on the topic hasn’t yielded any concrete results. I contacted the adoption attorney here in CA that we were using during our adoption process just to see what he thinks. We’ll see.
There is always a pall over my own Mother’s Day because of the situation with my own mother. I did have a lovely day (early family breakfast out followed by a morning nap; my husband and older son did a couple of home improvement projects; I went to the movies with my older son; my husband made Benihana-inspired garlic butter rice with chicken for dinner and we had indoor s’mores for dessert). It was a fine day marred only by how it makes me feel to have 0:2 living mothers to celebrate.
My husband decided to email his birth mother on Mother’s Day. In addition to sending me and my mother-in-law a Mother’s Day email (which was sweet), she emailed me the following morning practically overcome with emotion that he’d reached out to her directly. She said she would respond once she’d composed herself but it’s Wednesday and no response to him (or me). It’s odd given her rapid response time to date, but maybe she really never thought the day would come where he’d be in touch with her. The longer she waits, though, the more uneasy it makes my husband feel given how quickly she’s responded otherwise.
G was up at 4:45 this morning which means I was, too. He’s napping and I am going to try to grab a quick nap myself before he wakes and we have to head out in search of something cool to do.