Trunky

I have masses of pictures to post, but I am too lazy to go down and get the camera right now. It has been a crazy past few days!! I think the only consolation that I've had lately is the thought: "Just two more months!" Yes, folks. That's it. We have two more months left. And when something happens, I just think, "Two more months." Within the Mormon Missionaries, there is a word for people like me: Trunky. It means that you are getting close to going home, and you want to pack your 'trunks' (aka bags) and leave!! Yes, that is me. And, in my defense, our bags are actually packed!! HA!!

With that in mind, I'd like to share some of my "Two more months" thoughts and experiences lately:

We have electricians here EVERY DAY working on some air conditioner or another. It trips a breaker EVERY day...or dies EVERY DAY...

"Two more months."

Our house is continually HOT.

"Two more months."

Tonight, ALL the power went off downstairs. We have no idea what has happened. The kitchen, dining room and living room have no power. The electrician was called in, but instead of asking US what was wrong, he asked the GUARD outside if the GENERATOR was on. The guard said no. The electrician left. We still have no power downstairs. I hope the food in the fridge and the freezer don't all go bad overnight.

"Two more months."

Andrew, Claire AND Josh all have ringworm.

"Two more months."

Claire has had a UTI. Again. They put her on antibiotics for it. Again. She had a moderate-severe reaction to the antibiotics. That's a first.

"Two more months."

People like to come over to our house at random times of the day to ask for work, fill out job applications, or con us into giving them a job. It's usually at 6am or 6pm. What the heck is up with that?

"Two more months."

ANY time Peter cries, someone rushes to pick him up and carries him and coddles him around the house until I can get around to helping him. While I don't think it's BAD to hold a baby CONSTANTLY, I can honestly say that it is definitely going to make my job that much harder in Helsinki when I just plain can't hold the kid 24/7. I don't really mind if he's crying at my ankles while I'm making dinner. I can sing him a song and pat his head and hand him toys and feed him little bits of food while I'm cooking, and he's usually fine. But even once he settles down and is enjoying himself, he is whisked away by someone.

"Two more months."

You don't SCRUB non-stick hard anodized expensive cookware with STEEL WOOL. I'm hoping this is learned before they start working for other people....

"Two more months."

You don't wash 100% wool/silk or dry clean only clothes. No matter where I try to hide them so I can get them dry cleaned, they are found and washed. (It's especially bad AFTER I've explained about how to read tags, and it still happens...after I've told them I'm going to do all my own laundry now, and it STILL happens...and what's worse is when it's a PURPLE dress and turns EVERYTHING for the next TWO LOADS PINK!!!!!! Bah.)

"Two more months."

You don't need to iron underwear, socks, towels... When the tag SAYS DO NOT IRON that usually means you're not supposed to. Did you know that if you iron underwear (or pants, as they call them in the UK) the elastic unravels and they are completely useless? Well, now you know.

"Two more months."

We STILL have mice enjoying our house as an evening resort. They are becoming rather bold in their excursions. They run all over the house even while we're walking around!!

"Two more months."

We took a walk today around a fitness circuit (our Wednesday Outing). When we got there, it was sprinkling, but that doesn't stop the Mummies in Crime!! So, we started walking. Within a few minutes, it was POURING!!! We just kept going! (I did, however, send my housekeeper back to the car with Peter...) By the time we hit the middle of the circuit, the rain had stopped. Unfortunately for us, though, the sun came out and it beat down mercilessly!! We dried out quickly. However, within a few minutes, all the children were flushed and the rest of us were tired and drenched with sweat! By the time we almost reached the end, the sun had gone away again, and we could hear the rain storm chasing us again! I got the strollers into the car, the kids in the seats, and everyone situated, when it poured down again, and we left the place just as we found it!! Ha!!

"Two more months."

Thanks for letting me vent.