I woke up pissed that no matter what freaking time zone I am in I still always wake up at 6:00 a.m.!! I even closed the black out curtains last night to no avail. I was awake like clock work!! Ugh!!
I have left out that we have already had like 4 gigantic Chinese meals at this point and my stomach was like "F-You!!!!" However, most Asians bathrooms are equipped with bidets. So even though it was coming out of me like hot lava, I still managed to stay squeaky clean.
Today was ladies day out. Derrick, his sister Del, his Mom, and I went shopping. It was at an Asian market where all prices are negotiable, which mean we had to play "hide the white tourist" to get any kind of deal. I would have to walk by a booth on my own. I would then meet Derrick and describe what I wanted. He would then casually stroll over sans me and negotiate. It was fun. However, my stomach did not share my enthusiasm and I kept having to go the restroom. They had free bathrooms (seriously like a murder scene) and paid bathrooms. I quickly learned that 25 pesos is a totally acceptable amount to spend on a bathroom visit.
Del and Derrick took his Mom to salon and we took her to lunch. Her knees are failing and she is now in a wheelchair so it was nice to get her out and about. She was very happy. At the end of lunch, we all shared a banana spilt and Derrick snapped a picture of her with the biggest smile on her face.
I was able to catch the boys on FaceTime after school and the were so cute. We have come a long way in the past 7 months since taking in Jerry and I am anxious to get all the feedback I can from my parents. I am proud of my boys and glad they are having a blast with their grandparents.
We were having dinner with Derrick's family tonight at a Japanese restaurant (yay Japanese and not another gigantic Chinese meal) and we had to walk to his Mom's house through his neighborhood at night. Yes, the gritty neighborhood I mentioned in another post. There are cars, tricycles, buses, scooter, motorcycles flying by and there is no sidewalk. I was totally thinking "so this is how I die" as we crossed the streets. It was a madhouse and I might as well have been wearing a "mug me" shirt as I strutted with my new cute shirt and man bag. We survived and had a lovely Japanese dinner.
The Japanese keep very Zen, clean restrooms just so you know, which I noticed on my many visits.
Right when we brought Dillon (our oldest son) we quickly realized we needed to think of what he would call us! He quickly named my husband Daddy and upon hearing his 2 year old friend call one of his 2 dads "Doda", Dillon decided on Dodie. After years of constantly lobbying for "Papa", I have grown to love and adore my name Dodie Here is a blog about my journey as Dillon and Jerry's Dodie!
My son Dillon was in foster care for 1,377 Days. We finalized our adoption of this firecracker boy in March of 2015 a few months before his 6th birthday. We are now in the process of adopting Dillon's younger brother "Jerry" from foster care! This blog will help paint a picture of two gay men raising two boys in this every changing world.