Do I know me?

Sorry for the delay!
OK so what's new.... Well the guy came on Wednesday for the first part of the home study. He sat at our kitchen table for three hours to mainly ask questions about our families, their ages, names, where we went to school, any nieces or nephews, etc. He said that part was easy because we're relatively young and a lot of people have dozens of them! (Not that you guys should go having MORE kids.) Then asked questions about our relationships with our siblings and our parents, how we were raised, what's most important to us in raising children, what we think our parents did well and not well. I bet you wish I was going to stop here and tell you what we said! Muahahaha!
At one point he asked us what each of us consider a stressful situation. Up to that point he'd asked Jason all questions first, and I got to think about my answer in the meantime. This time, he asked me first. I was stumped. To kill the silence and the imaginary sound of crickets, closely followed by the Jeopardy song, I commented on how family calls me un-stress-out-able. Unflappable is Dad's word for me. I quickly amended it with a mention of the fact that surely, some things do bother me and make me feel stressed. An extreme lack of needed money, for instance, would stress anyone out.... But, I continued with a confused expression, that too was not that big of a deal. I could always stay calm and figure things out, for the most part, typically, usually, really. Seems like this question and the overall blank confusion is the most stress I've had lately. So I turned to Jay and asked him what he thought really stresses me out. He thought for a minute and I thought for a minute. Finally ("ding!" said the light bulb) I sat up quickly in my chair and looked at Dan, the social worker, eagerly waiting for an answer. I said "OH! I know. When I think someone's mad at me." Jason immediately, as if he just remembered the name of a movie on the tip of his tongue, said "YEAH, THAT'S it." "Really?" Dan asked, as he scribbled doctor handwriting type words on his forms. "Yes, when I think someone's mad or upset with me, or I think I've maybe hurt someone's feelings." Jason continued to concur: "Yeah, even if she thinks she might have and isn't sure." I nodded hysterically. You would have think I needed a tranquilizer. And I didn't even have coffee that day. So then Dan asked how I handle that situation. Do I let it fester or do I deal with it immediately? I adamantly scoffed at the idea of letting something fester and explained that I would have to talk to that person immediately or I wouldn't function till it was handled. He smiled and nodded while he scribbled.
Jason's turn to respond to this tough question... His answer? Simply, fittingly: "Having to answer personal questions." AH! To know yourself so well. He nailed that one! Dan asked why, and Jason tried to explain that it was mainly because of his shy nature and the fact that answering personal questions just isn't something you normally have to do. So it's weird. He has no trouble saying anything in front of people he's gotten to know well and is around often. But otherwise, ehhh.
His other answer was anticipation, such as when he was working at school and the principal would come by in the morning and say "At the end of the day, stop by. I want to talk to you about something." That would drive him nuts all day wondering what he wanted. In the end, it was always illogical to worry, it would always be something silly like a school art project or something. But the anticipation just about gave him a breakdown. Dan noticed how those two things - the anticipation of a social worker coming to ask him personal questions - must've been tough to handle. We all had a big laugh. The dogs barked, startled.
So then we asked him a bunch of questions. I asked a lot about some of the answers he gets from other people. Interesting stories.
All in all it wasn't that huge of an ordeal. Dan is a great social worker, put us at ease as much as possible, and was very nice. He seemed to like us, and we actually had a good time.
So next step is he has to come a second time to walk through the house to make sure we have enough room for a child, basically. Once the home study is completed, it gets sent to USCIS (spoken of in earlier posts) to accompany our previously sent in form and have them approve us. Then we continue gathering papers to send to Ukraine. Shouldn't take much more. A doctor visit and a form, notarized, saying we're healthy. Copies of other stuff, notarized to death. We also have to go get fingerprinted. Ooooh.
Everything seems to be going quickly. I hope we can save $ as fast as it's going...
Lastly, before publishing this post, I want to make clear that it took me just a little longer to write it as it did for you to read it. I don't plan out my funny way of writing, for those of you who tend think about how I express myself, or even tend to marvel my "way with words". ;) It just comes out that way. But... this ability some of you think I have, is NOT how I answered the question "What are you most proud of?" THAT, my favorite people, is a secret between Dan the Social Worker, Jason, and me.
Love,
Molly