My Eternal friend told me that when she taught in Guatemala, expats in their 1st year got extra days off with pay, because they were so sick all the time.
Their bodies weren't used to the environment.
No shit.
Well, actually, in my case? Lots.
I am so sick again. This makes the 3rd time. Makes sense. It seems every 6 weeks something gets me.
It started BEFORE yesterday's trip to that 'place of health', so I'm not worried that I got something there.
But damn. Yesterday began the climax.
And now?
While I'm feeling so crappy?
... sorry about all the poop puns ... can't help myself ...
Now is when Our Fave's Mom is taking us up on the babysitting by dropping the kid off at the gringo pool.
We babysat for about 3 hours yesterday. Well, I should say, Papi did.
I ran around from the 'Andréa ...' questions all day, and entertaining the children at the Hector-Brown Amusement Park, in between running to the washroom and filling myself back up with lime water and salt.
I was feeling the illness, and wanted just to lie with Papi and Little Angel all day.
That li'l fella was so comfortable and slept the whole time.
Our Fave's Mom would come around once an hour to see how he was doing.
She was supposed to be relaxing, but most mothers can't be away from a newborn for very long.
She couldn't stop checking in.
But every time, I'd tell her he was sleeping and the shocked look on her face was priceless, because he doesn't sleep much for her.
We know why.
He is a cuddle bunny and just wants to be held.
She doesn't have much time with 2 other children, a home and animals to tend to, all without her husband because he is either working or sleeping off the Graveyard Coma.
So, yesterday, she came to the door, handed the baby to me without a word and walked away.
No words were needed to say, "Here. You want him? He's yours."
She used the time to catch up without having to deal with the little one who looks like he's 3 months, not 1 month.
Even the doctor was confused looking at him. She couldn't believe he was only a month. That kid eats. A LOT.
The hard part is, they're in need of money, because the husband's boss can't pay them due to being robbed by Mr. Extortion.
She asked if we could buy formula, diapers and wipes. We had said yes, but when we went to the bank, we realized, we only have $50 to last us for 20 days.
$50, and workers to pay.
All we could get the little guy was formula. At least he won't be hungry.
It will be fun to babysit him this afternoon with no diapers. But I suppose, like other children in the village, we'll just have to let him get the dung out on a towel and wash him up when shit happens.
Maybe I'll get Papi to tend to the workers and Little Angel and I will just make cow pies all day.
At least I can control mine.
Oh. Speaking of fertilized underwear.
We have a functioning washing machine!!!! I did laundry yesterday!!!!
Probably doesn't sound exciting to you, but to me?
Made my day.
I've never done laundry and been so happy about it before.
It wasn't a chore.
It was luxury.
Looks like I'll be doing a lot of towels over the next 24 hours.
Their bodies weren't used to the environment.
No shit.
Well, actually, in my case? Lots.
I am so sick again. This makes the 3rd time. Makes sense. It seems every 6 weeks something gets me.
It started BEFORE yesterday's trip to that 'place of health', so I'm not worried that I got something there.
But damn. Yesterday began the climax.
And now?
While I'm feeling so crappy?
... sorry about all the poop puns ... can't help myself ...
Now is when Our Fave's Mom is taking us up on the babysitting by dropping the kid off at the gringo pool.
We babysat for about 3 hours yesterday. Well, I should say, Papi did.
I ran around from the 'Andréa ...' questions all day, and entertaining the children at the Hector-Brown Amusement Park, in between running to the washroom and filling myself back up with lime water and salt.
I was feeling the illness, and wanted just to lie with Papi and Little Angel all day.
That li'l fella was so comfortable and slept the whole time.
Our Fave's Mom would come around once an hour to see how he was doing.
She was supposed to be relaxing, but most mothers can't be away from a newborn for very long.
She couldn't stop checking in.
But every time, I'd tell her he was sleeping and the shocked look on her face was priceless, because he doesn't sleep much for her.
We know why.
He is a cuddle bunny and just wants to be held.
She doesn't have much time with 2 other children, a home and animals to tend to, all without her husband because he is either working or sleeping off the Graveyard Coma.
So, yesterday, she came to the door, handed the baby to me without a word and walked away.
No words were needed to say, "Here. You want him? He's yours."
She used the time to catch up without having to deal with the little one who looks like he's 3 months, not 1 month.
Even the doctor was confused looking at him. She couldn't believe he was only a month. That kid eats. A LOT.
The hard part is, they're in need of money, because the husband's boss can't pay them due to being robbed by Mr. Extortion.
She asked if we could buy formula, diapers and wipes. We had said yes, but when we went to the bank, we realized, we only have $50 to last us for 20 days.
$50, and workers to pay.
All we could get the little guy was formula. At least he won't be hungry.
It will be fun to babysit him this afternoon with no diapers. But I suppose, like other children in the village, we'll just have to let him get the dung out on a towel and wash him up when shit happens.
Maybe I'll get Papi to tend to the workers and Little Angel and I will just make cow pies all day.
At least I can control mine.
Oh. Speaking of fertilized underwear.
We have a functioning washing machine!!!! I did laundry yesterday!!!!
Probably doesn't sound exciting to you, but to me?
Made my day.
I've never done laundry and been so happy about it before.
It wasn't a chore.
It was luxury.
Looks like I'll be doing a lot of towels over the next 24 hours.
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