I say this with the UTMOST love and respect in my heart. It’s not a racist thing. It’s not an anti-immigration thing. IT IS A SAFETY THING! Let me tell you about my day.
I’ve been running errands today. As a SAHM who homeschools, running errands often gets shoved to the side until it HAS to be done. I started by taking the twins to the dentist (and myself) for our regular cleaning. I dislike going, but put on a brave show for the kids. I know full well that they WILL always find somethinng up with my teeth. I ended up having to have my bite adjusted. The twins breezed through their cleaning and even managed to get xrays. That’s awesome for 5 yr olds. Next on the list was the mall. The dreaded mall!!! I had to get accessories and undies to go with my ball gown for this weekend. Balls…almost as much fun as going to the dentist. Anyhow, then the grocery store. I had to go to walmart this time. I’m already exhausted from heat. This child comes up to me looking very frightened. She’s maybe 5-7 years old. She tells me she needs medicine because her daddy is sick. Ok so my heart starts going a mile a minute and I tell her to take me to her daddy. She says he’s at work but she needs me to give her “sick medicine”. I ask where her mommy is. She points at a very worried looking lady on the tylenol isle. Come to find out this lady can not speak or read english. She’s looking at tylenol and I finally managed to get her to understand that I want to help. After a game a charades mixed with her VERY, VERY limited english, I helped her find the Immodium for her husband. It took me an hour to calm down from the scare that I was going to find a man passed out in the store.
We have a family goal to learn Spanish and a hope to learn some sign language. If we had to move to Germany, we’d have a time of being a lot like this lady…helpless, BUT we’d learn German. This lady may be in progress of learning English. We do end up with a lot of people here that have no desire to learn English though. THAT is something I do not understand. Likewise, I do not understand why my grandpa’s dad “beat the Greek” out of him. He wasn’t even allowed to learn Greek because his dad wanted him to be “American”. That is heritage lost. So, yes, pass on your heritage, but also adapt to thrive where you live.
So time ticks away on us. Counting down to an event, a year, an age, a season, or whatever…it’s all the same. Eventually it becomes NOW. I am counting down to a deployment. I haven’t blogged much because I just simply am not allowed to talk about 95% of it. But my “honey do” list has an almost finite point. We’re also counting down to my mom visiting. So there’s a list of things I need to get finished before she comes. There is a list of things he needs to get finished before he deploys and time is a-ticking. Anyhow, I’ve been down. I’ve taken on a lot to try and offset my being down. My house has suffered. Ever since we purchased this home I’ve been trying to get and stay organized. The snowball of chores really hit this week. Laundry to be folded. Open and scattered boxes of clothes in my daughters’ room. (I take whatever free or sale clothing and accessories I can get when they come available to me, then box them up by size and season. This is the only way I can keep all my urchins in clothes.) There is completed and half completed paperwork stacked on my coffee table for Girl Scouts, summer camp, homeschool lesson plans etc close to 8 inches high. There are 2 boxes and a stack of stuff to be put on ebay in my living room. I’m not even going to touch on the office/sewing room! LOL Oh and my bedroom…how many parents suffer from the unfinished or no time to clean master bedroom syndrome? Me, me, me! It looks like a hurricane of clothing. Clothes get folded and stacked but never put away. I’m out of places to stack them! I’m certain I’d have plenty to wear if I could just FIND IT! You get the point. I’ve got quite a list of chores that I want to finish ASAP. I can’t stand it anymore. Of course that doesn’t mean I’m motivated. LOL So today I used the egg timer. I told myself that I only had to clean for 15 minutes at a time, maybe 15 minutes out of every hour. It’s an egg-cellent trick. 😉 What happens, at least for me, is that I forget I set a timer. By the time it goes off, I’m busy in the middle of something, on a roll, and don’t want to stop. So I keep going. I actually knocked out quite a bit today. The girls’ room is now tidy, clothing sorted and put away with two boxes of clothes to donate or garage sale. On top of that I got some of the usual basic stuff done (some laundry, some dishes). Oh and I wiped down my washer and dryer. Seriously, when does anyone, in this world, EVER find time to do THAT? Next on my list to finish this week is my own bedroom. After that will be the office/sewing room. Stay tuned…
Now for the malarkey. Do you ever wonder about other people’s lives? I see people all the time who lead such a different life that I can’t even imagine it. Facebook and Twitter are places where you’ll really see a difference. Posts like “gonna get my drink on”, angry posts telling someone off, posts with such starkly different political or moral standpoints…they’re all like tiny windows that don’t give you the whole picture but still make you shake your head. I rarely respond. My mind has a million and one things I’d like to say, but I know these people won’t be receptive. What they want is people who AGREE with them, not people who will be honest with them. They don’t care if you have love for them. In their opinion, if you can’t agree with them then you are way off. It makes me sad.