I shut down the computer tomorrow morning, so things will be sparse for a bit here. I have the husband's iPad, but I detest typing much on that thing, so updates will be brief. In the meantime, we found out our visas cleared so now the husband is in the midst of trying to arrange for our flights, which appears to be a little more complicated than we had anticipated (I think this will become our new catch phrase) and now we are pushing up against Qatar National Day (December 18th) and the holidays that follow when no work gets done, including purchasing tickets for poor little us. Fingers crossed we will be out of here by Christmas! As I have explained a few times today, I can extend the time until Christmas for a little while with the boys being none the wiser because they are young and their grasp on time is still a bit tenuous but eventually the secret will be out, so I hope I don't have to string them along for too much time! Everyone pray for open flights quickly arranged, okay? It will be our little Christmas miracle!
And still, life goes on: we had our last Sunday today (if we are still here next Sunday, we won't have a car and we are just going to skip church--shhhh!) and the church Christmas party last night. Santa was there and still E was reluctant to have anything to do with him, though J was eager to tell me that he and Santa "had a little chat." E participated in an impromptu nativity the kids put on, as a grey sheep (he was wearing a grey fleece and refused any other costume) but he was only partially engaged and wandered away half way through "because Mommy, I was tired of being a sheep!" J didn't want to stay with the other kids and stuck by my side for the whole night.
In fact, the big story this week has been the little balls of emotion that my boys have turned into. Everything is heightened with them lately, and the emotional roller coasters are so quick they are giving me whiplash. I can only imagine how they will react tomorrow when everything is in boxes or, worse, the next day when it's all GONE. The upside to all their upheaval is I haven't got a second to spare being wistful or melancholy or anxious myself, but the downside is I feel like I'm running a 24 hour counseling center and I'm short-staffed. It's exhausting! My recipe for continual childhood craziness: take dramatic kids prone to loud outbursts, mix with a protracted move, add in a dash of aversion to change, shake vigorously, and extract one father and leave one harried, shrill, stressed out mother. Results are guaranteed!
And still, life goes on: we had our last Sunday today (if we are still here next Sunday, we won't have a car and we are just going to skip church--shhhh!) and the church Christmas party last night. Santa was there and still E was reluctant to have anything to do with him, though J was eager to tell me that he and Santa "had a little chat." E participated in an impromptu nativity the kids put on, as a grey sheep (he was wearing a grey fleece and refused any other costume) but he was only partially engaged and wandered away half way through "because Mommy, I was tired of being a sheep!" J didn't want to stay with the other kids and stuck by my side for the whole night.
In fact, the big story this week has been the little balls of emotion that my boys have turned into. Everything is heightened with them lately, and the emotional roller coasters are so quick they are giving me whiplash. I can only imagine how they will react tomorrow when everything is in boxes or, worse, the next day when it's all GONE. The upside to all their upheaval is I haven't got a second to spare being wistful or melancholy or anxious myself, but the downside is I feel like I'm running a 24 hour counseling center and I'm short-staffed. It's exhausting! My recipe for continual childhood craziness: take dramatic kids prone to loud outbursts, mix with a protracted move, add in a dash of aversion to change, shake vigorously, and extract one father and leave one harried, shrill, stressed out mother. Results are guaranteed!
Reminds me of our home purchase/ remodel/ move during Sergio's first month of Kindgergarten. Of course we moved 10 miles rather than a bazillion, but I think we got a similar effect.
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