I am currently sitting on my bed eating expired chocolate and I smell like pickle juice. (Both have back stories) I will be back in America in 15 days and I hope I can get “back to normal” before that happens. (Doubt that will happen)  I am a mess.

I started to lose my mind a while ago, I can’t really remember. Maybe it was in Cambodia when we started hiding food in our shirts because we were so full, could have been Kenya when I started dancing around and talking in weird voices every day for the last week, or maybe it was Nepal when some days B and I were in bed for 17 hours doing nothing.

This month we found ourselves sneaking the pellet gun we found in Bridgets pants to go shoot in the field. I seriously considered going down the well bucket (still am thinking about it) to see if the boys could crank it back up. Decided to stop eating when they served spaghetti noodles in milk for breakfast.  Some afternoons we ask Clint to turn down the AC unit, or talk to Curt about what movie we want to go see after we have dinner at the Cheesecake factory. Ryan has figured out some of my voice that I talk in on our 10th round of Monopoly Deal. I have washed, cut and jarred thousands of cucumbers with no instructions other than “soooppperrrr sissstherrrrr.” All the snacks at the shop next door expired at least 6 months ago, like the chocolate Curt got me for my birthday, but I still eat them. The highlight of my day last week was when we got NEW Panteen shampoo AND CONDITIONER and I spent an hour washing my hair in buckets. Bridget just laughs at me when we work out because jumping jacks make me have to pee and I hate doing every other move on the video. I begged Clint for 10 minutes to clean out his backpack so I could help tell him what to throw away. We carry the well water back to the house on bicycles, or roll in down the road in drums. I have long conversations with the three little girls who don’t speak a word of English. Yesterday it was my “Happy birthday to you day” I think I have been told more “no” this month than my entire childhood combined.

Chances of it coming back in two weeks? Not likely… Me caring? Not really.
 
xoxo