Houston We Have A Problem… In Mexico!

The school Lauro Montenegro started Monday the 17th, at 8 AM. They were not frightened but I felt teary eyed with a knot in my throat as I walked away. I just thought how my kids would have such a difficult time understanding, how they had no table or chairs to sit at for lunch.

We dropped off Elaina at Emiliano Zapata the Kinder School a block away around 9 AM. We ran into some six graders who were sent out from Montenegro to notify parents that there was a meeting and we had to return to the school. I immediately interrogated the kids: Who was sent out of the school? Was Johnny sent out? I went to the school and J went looking for Johnny at home. Gladly Johnny was not sent out, and the meeting was about making the school “Tiempo Completo”. We were explained the kids would be at school from 8 AM to 4 PM instead of 8 AM to 1 PM. If we agreed the government would in turn make a kitchen and possibly a lunch room! Most of us were in.

After the meeting I rushed home to make the boys lunch, and walked right back to get their soup to them by 11 AM through the gate. Kids then went and scattered all over the school grounds and found spots on the floor or ate standing up. The boys and their group of friends sat on a cement floor near some steps.

I then got to go home and relax for a few minutes, okay half an hour. Then walked back to the school at 12 AM because Johnny’s teacher had to leave early and he was being released as well.

We went home and walked yet again to the school for Manuel’s release at 1 PM. Yes 5 times in 1 day. That’s a problem.

Let’s back track a bit. Elaina was excited she was going to school, we used to walk by daily and she always wanted to be picked up to look inside her school. She would ask when she was going to go there. She would ask why it wasn’t open. She had a hop in her step as we walked to school on Monday, that’s until she heard the screams from inside the school. She was wide eyed and second guessing as to why she wanted to go there so bad. Then the teacher pulled her in and I heard her yells and saw her little hand trying to reach out as the teacher closed the Iron Gate.

After school J asked her if she was going to cry the next day. She answered a simple “YES”. The next day as I dressed her I asked her again if she was going to cry, she was much braver and told me “Mommy I not going to cry”. Unfortunately, when we arrived they told us not to take her back until Friday because there were 45 children and only one teacher.

Now the real problem lies here. I came here promising to be good but I have broken that promise. I have now gotten in a dispute with the director and another mother from the school. Why? Well because apparently me asking for our 50 kids to be watched during lunch and recess time was too much for me to ask from the 5 teachers. When I volunteered to watch them during the allotted time the director was insulted. I miss MORALES ELEMENTRY in Pasadena, Texas.

Lastly, yes Manuel has been stung by a bee twice on different days, once on the finger and the other on the lip. Yes, Elaina has been bitten by a rodent. We can now add Scorpion to Elaina’s list. Big Surprise and the bigger surprise is that she took it better than a MAN. I love these kids!!!!

Today….. I ache all over and I am not even sick….

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I’m the better Parent, He’s the better Parent (repeat)

I have been on a standstill waiting on these passports. J finally got his Mexican ID and is making a trip to the city to get it done at the American Consulate Today. Still I have to wait for all the documentation to reach me so I can send to the Passport Agency.

Only a few more days of school, seven days to be exact, sadly the beginning of summer does not mean goodbye to Houston. Not yet. The good news is that Johnny’s excited about starting Summer ACE (after school program that runs for a month after school is out). They usually get two field trips a week and as he expressed his excitement to me, Manuel whines “I don’t want to go to Summer ACE”.

“Why my love? You will have fun! I wish I could go to Summer ACE so I can go to the zoo, aquarium, and lots of other places.”

“I want to go to Mexico with my daddy. I want to play King Kong.” 

I promised him that as soon as Summer ACE is done, we would go. I pray daily, hourly that I can keep that promise, but there is still so much that has to get done.

I told J, then I thought the phone had disconnected, I yelled, “Babe!? Amores!? HELLO!?” He whispered, “Give me a minute”.

I guess I should stop telling him such stories.

Yesterday, we (My best friend Chrissy and I) decided to take them to Sylvan Beach for some Memorial Day fun.

We haven’t been since March and by this time if J was here they would have already had several trips, with several catches of fish under their belts, and we would have had some very delicious fish fries.

 

Texas Parks and Wildlife - Cleburne State Park

Texas Parks and Wildlife – Cleburne State Park

Johnny asked for his fishing reel and tackle box. When I told Manuel to grab his he said “I don’t want to fish today, I want to fish with my daddy”.

I didn’t tell J that I was taking them until we returned home. He didn’t like me to have them take baths while he was at work, for fear they will drown & I didn’t want to worry him. I think we did pretty good just us girls with the kids. Except for one thing we forgot. Sun block. It wouldn’t have happened on J’s watch.

The boys stayed home Today from school from the pain. Well at least I’m not the one who withdraws them early from school to take them fishing.

 

Finding our way back

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I thought it was the cutest thing when his teachers told me Manuel is going around telling everyone at school he is moving to China. One of his teachers began to wonder if J was Asian. It’s not Manuel’s fault, daddy tells them they are Chinese. It’s not Manuel’s fault, daddy asks him to translate what Asian people say, when we hear them near us. It’s not his Manuel’s fault, daddy shouts, “Look, there’s your uncle/aunt!”, when we drive past one on the street.

This story, tickled me.

kids in their Karate Movie nite attire

I heard he was acting up at school, and a teacher told him to behave or else she would call his daddy. His eyes began to fill, and he snapped “I DON’T HAVE A DADDY”. Thankfully she inquired about it with another teacher, and they were able to talk to him. They Explain that he did have a daddy, and that he would be with him real soon.

This story, I cried.

J told me he has had nothing but unpleasant dreams. Except for one, he dreamed he was at home here in Pasadena. I was doing laundry and the kids were all in the living room. He said in his dream he knew it wouldn’t last long. He told the kids “Hurry up! Come give me a hug, before a wake up”.
Again I whimpered.

I received a letter in the mail from U.S Department of the State of Houston’s Passport Agency. They denied the kids Passport Applications. Now I am on a time crunch to get the proper paperwork before I have to start all over again.

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