People ask if I am ready to go home. They ask if the kids are ready to go home. I ask the kids if they are ready to go home. The answer is the same every single time. No. We want to be here with Daddy.
It’s not all peaches and cream. Yes we are happy to be together and I keep telling myself that’s what matters. I whole heartedly believe we will get this right.
Everyone and I mean everyone; family, friends, and their friends, Strangers we meet who somehow know he has been kicked out without us telling them all tell us to go, or come back to USA. To go anywhere and not tell anyone we are there.
Yes, I am frustrated although we are treated kindly and feel welcome it’s just not home when it isn’t your own. J is ready to go HOME. He says he didn’t think he would miss his brothers as much as he does. He misses how he was able to spend foolishly on us. Then there is the honest truth.
Ask me what I miss.
1. HOT water. They say you have to let it run a little. I let it run a lot and still I have to prepare myself, then count 1, 2, 3 and force myself in. BRRR! Some people do have water heaters, we don’t. He BETTER get me one before winter.
2. MY Washing Machine. The one here doesn’t do a dry spin cycle to get excess water out. I hang mine out to dry soaking wet or get his aunt to put it in her washer for that last spin.
3. Dryer. Johnny put on a pair of underwear I washed & hanged dried. He said “Mommy this underwear is hard”. I told him “I know baby, get used to it, they will all be hard”.
4. Air conditioning. Not a big deal. It’s just that hour right before we fall asleep. HOT. You sleep in underwear only to wake up trembling and searching for the blanket. A fan would have done nicely. I should have brought one we have 3 at home and a window unit. We tried to go buy a fan here. Except a used one is 450 pesos, almost $50.00. (Not to mention half a week’s pay) for most. Luckily J makes a bit more but not by much.
5. Food. Everything Fattening.
6. Cement. Its rain season here, perfect for crops and a disaster for shoes. Especially kids shoes. Mostly Elaina’s Shoes.
7. Family Movie Time. We live with his grandparents. Across from his Tia Rafa and next door to his Aunt Angelita. A boat load of cousins, uncles, aunts, minutes away in every direction! Alone time is non-existent.
8. The boys say they miss Hot Cocoa Packets, the movies I forgot to bring and the candy they don’t sell here. They all miss Katfish, Grandpa, & Grandma. Elaina misses Tina and the guls.
The things I could live without.
1. Bugs. I have seen more critters here in one month then I have seen in my whole life time. Papa Angel kills flies for fun and makes a funeral line out of them. (now the kids do too, and feed them to the chicks) We have come across “Alacranes”, and snakes eating upon lizards. There are so many lizards.
2. Poop. Well there is the poop of our pets, dogs, cats, chickens, and bunny. Cows are walked on our street daily in the morning then on their way home at night. Horses. Goats. Pigs. It’s all too common on the street and sidewalks.
3. Pet Rodents. J has always told me they don’t climb walls and they don’t get on people. WRONG. I seen them climb the wall up to the ceiling here & and a little girl told me she saw one on her “Papa”. I wrote this at midnight 8/4/2013 because I am afraid to go to sleep Elaina was bitten by a baby rat the morning of 8/5/2013.
Still we like it San Miguel del Zapote, we are with daddy. We have everything we need, and more.