Sometimes five months seems like a really long time to be living somewhere and sometimes it seems too short. When you consider that we are going to try to make it to New Delhi, the Taj Mahal, the beaches of Goa, the North East, the mountains, the Sunderbans (to see some wild tigers!) and perhaps Malaysia over the next 16 weeks, it's a lot to fit in.
On the other hand, we miss real brownies. I mean, family.
our favorite TV ad:
In Indian English, to "pass out" means to graduate. As in, "Congratulations for passing out!"
Also, there is a certain vegetable here they call "seem." I have no idea what this vegetable is called in English, but I know what that same word means in Arabic. So it always makes me smile when the housekeeper announces that she's planning to make my favorite again for lunch: "Poison!"
****Yes, we have a cook/housekeeper/childminder. She makes two meals a day for us and does some of the cleaning. In the mornings, while I sit and do lessons with L., point A. toward some preschool activities and try to keep BR (aka the Human Wrecking Ball) out of trouble, it's SO nice to know that someone is making the meals and the breakfast dishes have been done.
For you homeschooling mamas: I'm not trying to be obnoxious, honest. I just thought you might be interested to hear that it is just as you have suspected all along: you are doing the workload of at least 2 people (or sometimes 3 when that Wrecking Ball is really in tip top shape.)
btw, to those who have inquired: we are not going to continue homeschooling next Fall. It's fine right now since it's 1st grade and I have a maid and all, but overall it does not seem to be a good fit for us. L. had such a wonderful Kindergarten experience in public school so we're going to keep going that route after the next (and final?) move.
Jeremy keeps threatening to shave off the goatie and leave only the 'stache. Gross.
But wait... On second thought, if he could pull this off