Post-adoption blues?

I don't know why most of the day was such a huge downer to me. I felt like things were happening around me, but I was just an observer. The kids were driving me wild this morning and Lissi refused to take her bottle from me. We were 30 minutes late to playgroup and when we got there I couldn't focus on anything. I felt almost like I was on a pill where "do not operate heavy machinery while taking this medication" is written in bold letters on the bottle. I could not focus on Cal as he ran around. I couldn't hold a conversation because I had no idea what others were saying. There is a condition known within the adoption community as "post-adoption depression". I don't want to know what Tom Cruise would say about this condition (although he is an adoptive father) but it is very real and mostly likely never researched and documented in the medical journals. Could the stress of the entire process and the fears of the future have suddenly weighed me down? Or was it just a bad mental morning? I don't know but I'm praying for the latter.