A Day in the Life

is an absulotely wonderful song that was written by the Beatles and recently covered by Mae. You can barely tell the difference.
Got up at 7:30, washed, dressed, got the kids up, got em dressed, went downstairs to do breakfast at 8, made eggs with this spice stuff. It's the best Noni's eaten in two weeks. Then school, lunch at noon, rest after lunch, Sweeny Todd (I started and had to quit about a third in because it was time for the kids to get up) then I went to class, then to Kati's to chat and say goodbye to the intern, then home, cuddles with Noni, and getting the kids in bed.
Í'm absolutely exausted. One day of this is no big, but every day? I'm fast running out of patience and sanity, and I've still got a chapters worth of notes to read and two posts due by last night for school.
Dad gets here tomorrow. Thank you God.
On the happy end of things, dad's bringing a bunch of stuff over for me! Now I like to think I'm a relatively un-materilistic person, but there are some things that are just nice to have. Like jeans that fit, and body spray to mask that nasty cambodian sweat smell that makes you feel more like a cow than a woman. And chocolate. My beloved Grandmother is sending me hersheys chocolate in honour of Easter. I love that woman. I'm also getting my heels. Now if heels seem vastly impractical for a third world country, that's because they are, normally. But we go to some places, especially on sundays, that just so happen to have hard floors and air conditioning, and in the midst of all the filth in this country, heels just make you feel pretty. And that's nice.
Ok, so I know this post is a messy jumble of ideas, but welcome to my brain at the moment. I am understanding my mother more and more every day. And as much as I try to be all gentle and caring all the time, it's just not happening.
I have decided that we're skipping school tomorrow in preparation for dad's homecoming. I've been sleeping in my parents room upstairs so I've gotta get all my stuff outta there, and several other things like that. If dad's not just exausted I'm gonna go to hang out with Abba and a friend that night too. It's gonna be a good day. : D

Love and peace or else!

Cleo