I try to stay pretty upbeat in these posts. No one wants to hear me whining, least of all me. But folks, we're on the slow slide down as we get ready to head out of here, so expect a bit of whining over the next few months. This moving-every-three-years business is not easy.
The other night at dinner, Aidan was getting worked up about moving. He's already told several friends that he will not be moving to Jordan. "I'll go there," he said, "and I'll ride a camel. But then I'm coming back."
I explained again that we're moving to Jordan for three years, which means he'll be there for 2nd, 3rd and 4th grade. He sighed deeply, then put his head down on the table. From beneath his elbow, he wailed, "So, we're not gonna move back to China until I'm in the FIFTH grade?"
Poor guy. I didn't have the heart to tell him we're never moving back to China.
Because I am SO over this place.
There. Enough whining for now. If you want to hear some more complaining, from a foreign service person who is hilariously complaintastical, go check out Facts Are Strictly Optional. When she complains, I laugh. When I complain, my eyes roll back in my head as I bore even myself.
And now - I have several kids whining even as I type. What do they want? Attention? Dessert? Who knows. Guess I'd better go find out.