I spend half a day picking up passports (you know getting into town, finding a park, walking around, lining up) and then the next day find out I have to go the exact same place to get birth certificates authorised, that I had in my bag the day before. Could've all been done. But no, there goes another half a day.
We've all been sick. Ear infections, fevers, coughs, colds. Our last man (girl) standing fell last night. Poor old Goose has a raging fever and is so unwell.
The house is chaos. My mind is churning with 800 things that need doing yesterday.
Poor Lil is bored and every time I turn around she's created another 'mess'.
It seems that every school in Dubai is full. Every.single.one. So what do I do? And then out of the blue a school says 'Yes, we can fit in your children' and I start thinking well what's wrong with it? It can't be good if it's not full. (It would seem that I'm becoming that crazy).
Truly, I just feel sick and tired and would love nothing more than to climb into bed and pull the doona over my head. The worst part of being a parent is feeling so unwell and not being able to call in sick. Not even at night.
Yes, there is a big pity party going on here. Poor me.
It hasn't been all bad, the funniest thing I've heard this week was the girls chatting in the back of the car yesterday:
Lil: You've got to share. Sharing is caring.
Goose: I don't like sharing and I don't like caring. I'm not like those crazy Care Bears. They're crazy.
|Those crazy Care Bears.|