Last Sunday we were invited to a mother daughter tea party, hosted by some ladies from the embassy and their daughters. We began our day with a walk to the embassy and a pancake breakfast by Snakes. He generously offered to be our chauffeur to the party also. Because he’s a runner, he has a much greater handle on the layout and flow of the city. Me? Not so much. I drive the four blocks to and from the embassy to pick up mail. I know I need to get over it but with reports of expats getting their windows smashed while stuck in traffic and tightened security telling us that we’re forbidden to drive on certain roads, I’m in no real hurry.
We had a really great time. I love to see the bushbaby squealing with delight at all the other kids. I need these reminders of how important it is for me to leave the house and interact with something besides the computer screen. I went through a minor dark spell last week (sounds so crazy now) where I couldn’t force myself out. I kept thinking, “what if I leave the house and I feel worse? what then? at least this way I’ve got that hope to cling to- that things might be better if I packed us up and walked down to the embassy- but if I do it and don’t feel any better, well then I’m not even left with that hope!” Totally nuts, right?
While we were back in the states, my mom and her husband had hosted a little get together so Colette could meet her great-aunts. As usual, we were showered with much generosity (thank you thank you thank you all!!), which included the above outfit. It was a huge hit with the other mamas, young girls and the guards. My frilly little party favor and greatest accessory! If this ruffly love bug isn’t a panacea, then I doubt one exists.
Trying to get back into the swing of posting regularly. Since returning a month ago, I’ve been reestablishing a new rhythm. I think I may even sense a pattern emerging with nap times. I’ve also lined up a sitter to come by for a few hours each week, starting next month. She’s the daughter of our medical officer here at post. They only live a short distance away and she LOVES the bushbaby! So while she has her summer break, she’ll come by to watch Colette while I get back into my studio and take care of things around the house that require my full attention. I’ll still be here in case anything runs amok.