Boring

We have become boring. We have become like every other lesbian, transracial family living in the suburbs and driving minivans. Our lives have become calm. I can officially say the kids have settled and we are back in a routine. We are even starting to do some things for ourselves. We have bathed without interruption. I have been able to shave my entire leg...not just sections depending on the chaos I could hear outside. We have recently been so brave as to get magazine and newspaper subscriptions. We have lofty goals of being able to read on a regular basis. We are venturing back into the community AND taking the kids with us. We have done things as a complete family and we did not have to leave early with one or more child because they lost their mind. We set out to go skating. We went together. We skated. We came home together. No one had a melt down. We patted ourselves on the back and enjoyed feeling like competent parents. That is until the kids got into the van and WWIII broke out as the kids argued over who was the best skater.
Before, we would go out in the community and someone would always approach us and say "We saw you all at the zoo or movies or jail". Okay, I was just joking about jail...it was only a holding cell. We stand out. Whenever someone would say that, I would immediately become uncomfortable and apologize for any chaos they may have been subjected to by being in our presence. I know I seemed crazy when someone approached saying they saw us at such and such. I begin rewinding in my mind thinking did I have to physically carry someone out...did someone throw a fit or break something? The person continues talking to me and I am frozen trying to remember what chaos occurred when they saw us. Fun times. The person continues to talk about how great adoption is. Surely they saw me with the child over my shoulder while they screamed I was not their mom and they wanted to go back to Africa? Person wants to know who is the mom. Uhhh, we both are and we could use three more to help us out. Person asks if adopting was hard. Yes but easier than raising them. Person leaves saying how great our family is. Stick around and you may change your mind.
People often tell us we should have our own reality show. I agree. I want a reality show to pay for us to go on vacation and then film all our mishaps. That way we have documentation as to why we should have a group rate for their future therapy bills. We would call it Dykes with Tykes and it would be way better than Jon and Kate Plus Eight. I mean yeah...eight is a lot but they are straight and all the same color. Come on bravo. Jon and Kate never had conversations with their kids about how to properly kill a chicken or build a mud hut or how lizards taste.
So, here we are. Transition pretty much complete. I would not go through it again for anything in the world. Next I should say I would not trade it for anything either but the truth is I would. I love our kids and how rich they have made our family but I would trade the transition period. It would not even have to be a fair trade. I am very thankful it is behind us. I am thankful to be where we are now. I don't know if we could get our own reality show now. Things are smooth. I will take smooth anyday. Things are not perfect. We continue to work on many things but who wants perfect? That is way worse than boring.