It has been a long week. A great week. But long and it isn't over yet. In fact it isn't even close to over. I felt pretty crazy yesterday trying to parent. Every time I take my kids out of our gate into the street into our neighborhood I have a posse of kids following me.
I've told you about it. I've shared how they get down into Abe's little face and yell repetitively "Hello, Hello, Hi." How they copy everything that I say in English. Little kids running with dirt falling off of them jab their hands into Zana's mouth. Two years ago I would have turned heel and run back home. Now I tell them to knock it off and if they persist, sometimes, I still go home.
I've also told you how the best place within walking distance to play outside is a graveyard. Well on Tuesday we went visiting to see friends. I love these friends. They love me but even more they love my kids. They are gentle, patient and kind with them. However the floor of their house is covered in bits of glass. Lots and lots of glass. They make mirrors all day long, except when they are cooking or cleaning or watching Tom and Jerry. I arrived with my two kids, a cricket bat, my purse made of seat belts, and a story on my hand. Who was I kidding. How was I going to tell a whole story with tons of new vocabulary words while watching two kids carefully so they would not fall off the bed and impale themselves? It happened. I left to walk home and realized I was not going to make it. Nope. So I got a rickshaw and we meandered down the bumpy roads home. We got to the graveyard gate to take the short cut home and stopped to feed two white horses white radishes. All very idyllic. Even nice.
So the next day we decided to go visit the horses that live in the graveyard periodically. It was a bright Wednesday morning. I should have been warned by the grave diggers. I should have taken heed to the extra kids yelling at us from roofs. I should have just stayed home but I did not.
I have spent five minutes and my story is not done. I will tell you more tomorrow. Stay tuned but on a happy note we are all still alive and have all our fingers and toes!
But I may not still be sane.
I've told you about it. I've shared how they get down into Abe's little face and yell repetitively "Hello, Hello, Hi." How they copy everything that I say in English. Little kids running with dirt falling off of them jab their hands into Zana's mouth. Two years ago I would have turned heel and run back home. Now I tell them to knock it off and if they persist, sometimes, I still go home.
I've also told you how the best place within walking distance to play outside is a graveyard. Well on Tuesday we went visiting to see friends. I love these friends. They love me but even more they love my kids. They are gentle, patient and kind with them. However the floor of their house is covered in bits of glass. Lots and lots of glass. They make mirrors all day long, except when they are cooking or cleaning or watching Tom and Jerry. I arrived with my two kids, a cricket bat, my purse made of seat belts, and a story on my hand. Who was I kidding. How was I going to tell a whole story with tons of new vocabulary words while watching two kids carefully so they would not fall off the bed and impale themselves? It happened. I left to walk home and realized I was not going to make it. Nope. So I got a rickshaw and we meandered down the bumpy roads home. We got to the graveyard gate to take the short cut home and stopped to feed two white horses white radishes. All very idyllic. Even nice.
So the next day we decided to go visit the horses that live in the graveyard periodically. It was a bright Wednesday morning. I should have been warned by the grave diggers. I should have taken heed to the extra kids yelling at us from roofs. I should have just stayed home but I did not.
I have spent five minutes and my story is not done. I will tell you more tomorrow. Stay tuned but on a happy note we are all still alive and have all our fingers and toes!
But I may not still be sane.
i don't get to check blogs often but i did just catch up on yours.. wow!
ReplyDeletepictures and stories are pretty neat. gives a taste of reality for mom'ing' on that side of the world.
miss you.