We're slowly settling in to this new life of ours.
Three of the kids are now on their regular post-Ramadan school schedules, with after-school activities beginning this week. They're all happy with school and friends and schedules, for the most part. Shay's class already went on their first field trip - to the Dead Sea. Amazing. We still haven't been as a family, but he's seen it.
The kids are all studying Arabic. Me: not so much yet. I'm hoping to look into classes this week some time, though, because:
I finally have some help in this big dusty apartment. I have a lady coming in every morning to clean or help out with Ainsley. This means I could theoretically take Arabic or even go to the gym every so often. Gasp. No more excuses. Not as many, anyway.
This morning, as I type, the house is clean and the laundry is folded. I already have dinner ready, courtesy of my double batch of pasta sauce from last week. And I even have a lasagna and meatballs cooling in the freezer in preparation for a dinner I'm supposed to be hosting later this week.
A new friend lent me Julia Child's book, My Life in France, and it seems as though I might have a few spare minutes to read it. Did you know she was a Foreign Service spouse? Yep, she was. You can be sure if we'd served at the same time, I never would've had the guts to invite her to my house for dinner.
That's all for now - I'm off to read for 10 minutes before I have to pick up Kyra from school.
It's turning out to be a good day.