I think I'm supposed to be away for 74 days. That's how many links I made in the children's paper chains anyway. I got a bit panicky today when I realised it's only been 5 days that I've been here. Especially since I asked Scott to tell it like it is and so far, he's said that
- all three children were crying in the bath one night missing me and
- they all have their wobbly moments when they just want me.
Wonderful. Chalk it all up to my Sucky Mother of the Year Award.
I'm still having fun here. Last night, we went to a dinner to open the program formally. We met interesting people and ate Middle Eastern food.
Today, we started our formal program, which entails just over 2 weeks of classroom work and a few tours here and there. It's stimulating and invigorating being in a new country and learning about how they do things. I'm trying my best to apply what they do to our context and think of ways things could work for us.
So I'm not sitting around moping, but to be honest, I do think gasp inwardly at least once a day when I realise that I still have more than 2 months here. 2 months!