Intermezzo

We're back at home for a total of two short days. Just long enough to unpack our bags, do laundry, repack our bags, and wake up at 3:30 AM to get on our 6:00 AM flight tomorrow morning. Oh, and feed our neighbors' cat while they are away. You remember, the one Darcy's in love with. In fact, in my attempts to tire her out so she won't be a psycho dog when we try to board her on the plane tomorrow (oh, I forgot to mention that Darcy's going with us to Perth. Yes, it probably is cruel and unusual punishment to put her back into the crate that she's already spent 25 hours in during her cross-continental voyage, but it's either that or fork out $500 in kennel fees... so cruel and unusual punishment it is), I left her with Mordi for the morning. It went a little bit like this:


When we leave another friend will be taking over caring for the cat, a fact that I'm sure will please Mordi immensely.

Wish I had Time . . .

I wish I had time to tell you about everything that's going on. Time to tell you about our Thanksgiving holiday (or lack thereof). Time to tell you about the American food store we found (after renting a car just to get there-- what one wouldn't do for canned pumpkin and yams on Thanksgiving!). Time to announce our Christmas holiday plans with the proper pomp and circumstance that information like that deserves (because it's actually really cool, and I'm really excited).

But there is no time. Why? Because I am in the midst of Summer School, playing mommy to 120 kids from 10 countries around the world, living on a college campus, and basically pulling my hair out and losing my voice as I run from one emergency to the next before tumbling exhausted into bed after 14-hour days.

Maybe two weeks from now, when it is all over, I will have time again. And then I will tell you about Thanksgiving. And the American food store. And the Cinnamon Toast Crunch and Dr. Pepper that I found. And the Thanksgiving dinner I cooked for 9 people in our 600 sq foot apartment. And our two-week holiday in Perth that's coming up (dang it, cat's out of the bag, WITHOUT the pomp and circumstance!).

Until then, think of me as I babysit my kids, and pray that no one dies or gets pregnant on my watch so I can please keep my job!