Once the decision had been made for us to leave Zambia, there was some pressure to try to fit in a final weekend away with some family and friends. For Mrs C and I, the thought seemed a little draining. That meant we’d have to fit all of our leaving preparation into less time, and then there’s the actual weekend away to consider. A four-hour trip on dirt roads is not the most appealing, particularly when two of your offspring seem to believe it’s their obligation to throw up on any road trip longer than a couple of hours.
I was going to say that we’ve been poor at posting on the site recently. But that’s an understatement – the last post was at the end of January. So what are our excuses? Well, we’ve got a few things going on…
Today was the first day of home school. By way of background, we will be leaving Zambia in a couple of months. The Zambian school year runs in calendar years, and our 7-year-old daughter, Leia (the General), finished second grade in December. The school she was attending only runs up to second grade, so we had to decide how to fill the next three months for her. Instead of enrolling her in a new school with all the anxiety that may cause, we decided to home school her until we figure out where our next permanent base will be.
We have an ongoing debate in our family about whether our kids should follow in their father’s finance footsteps and enjoy a career of glamor and endless excitement*. My wife is not a fan of the idea and is instead subtly (or not so) indoctrinating them as engineers – a life where undoubtedly people’s eyes glaze over when you tell them what you do*. I can’t even imagine what that must feel like…
For those of you that read the post about our tooth fairy failure, you’ll be pleased to hear that I’ve accepted full responsibility, have done a log of begging on my knees, and my gracious wife has now forgiven me for mis-assigning blame.
So, it turns out that our tooth fairy suffers from forgetfulness. She’s 1 for 3 in our limited experience with her. Leia was not overly surprised by the latest fairy failure last night. I’d like to think she’s learning valuable lessons about how unfair and unreliable the world is …
You often hear that there are only two certainties in life: death and taxes. If you are a parent, there’s a third. Poo. Lots of poo. Poo-based blockbusters with never-ending sequels (Lethal Poo, Poo-tanic, Poo Hard, Poo Harder, etc).
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