The waiting game

As I previous mentioned, we moved to a new country. Now in my head I was moving to the perfect new home which my husband found for us and I had only seen on WhatsApp. Now in my head it looked completely different than reality, but hey we are not bound here for life so for now it will do nicely.

I had to turn this house into a home, we had all the furniture any family needs as it was already furnished. I use the word furnished very loosely as we were kindly provided with a set of bright orange sofas which were great if you wore sunglasses all the time and were as comfortable as sitting on planks of wood. We knew we would be changing all the furniture. I say we, but really mean me. The big question was when! Again in my head I had redecorated the whole house in an hour, imagined where everything would go, where paintings would be hung and how the smell of freshly baked cookies would fill the air and we would all be living in perfect harmony. Cue the music!

Hahahaha, it was all in my head. The reality was I couldn’t go shopping around all the shops as I had no car, public transport is not an option and the taxi companies I would call would not show up at all as I had no clue where I lived or how to direct them. I lived in the desert, surrounded by dust, the kind that needs to be mopped and wiped five times a day and still you house is dusty. Uber did not exist yet! When I made my husband call the taxi company to come pick me up they took between 45 minutes to two hours. That’s not a great gap when you have to have two children to get ready.

My children learned the waiting game, they waited, I waited, we waited and waited and waited. We learned to wait for the taxi, we learned that the traffic lights take forever to turn green, we learned that our cargo takes forever to arrive and we learned that the day takes forever to end. We also waited for daddy to arrive home to relieve us from the boredom of the day. My greeting could have been, “oh darling! You are home, we made cookies for you and life is so wonderful”, instead it was “oh thank goodness you are home, please give them their bath because if I do it, I will drown them!”

After an eternity, my wait was finally over! We rented a car, our cargo arrived, I found a cute little nursery to take my two year old in for three mornings a week, my life could finally begin and we could start our new life! The waiting game was worth it as it made me appreciate all the little things in life…

Scary little something

What a morning! I had arrived in our new home after an eight hour flight, no wait 10 hour flight (delays obviously) with two children one was five days short of her second birthday and the second was just four. They of course did not sleep even for five minutes! I had to take both kids with me to the tiniest airplane loos in the world as no one offered to mind one, I couldn't ask as I am supermum and supermums never ask for help, but if offered we would take it before your sentence was over.

So we landed safely, waited an eternity for security and bags, but it was all worth it because the children could once again be reunited with their dad, yipee!
However, the drama wasn't over, my little nearly two year old saw her daddy and ran as fast as her little legs could take her to hug, hold and kiss him again. Yes we all saw it coming like in slow motion and we couldn't stop her, the glass partitioning didn't open and she went crashing into the glass door. Oh the tears, the screams, but daddy was able to get to her and comfort his little baby.

We finally make it home, kids in bed and shortly after so am I due to pure exhaustion.

Morning comes, everyone is excited exploring our new home. Then it happened the most terrifying monstrosity I had ever seen!
It was huge, it was fast, it had legs, antennas, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh a cockroach!

Wait a minute, I am supermum, I must protect my children from danger, but how? I was in a new place and had no defence, no strategy, apart from my slippers. I placed the kids away from danger and I move in for the kill, OK so I got it on my second try, but hey I did!

The rest of the day was spent playing, colouring and doing what children do.

Kids were finally in bed and that was my cue to go for a much needed shower. FINALLY I sighed when I feel the water spray all over my hair, I run my fingers through with a huge smile which immediately turns into disgust.

There was something in my hair! Something pointy! Something sticky! I couldn't scream as I would wake the kids, what do I do? Stay calm! Stay focused! You are supermum and just killed the mummy cockroach this morning, you can handle this, even if it's in your hair! Deep breath... Eyes closed I reach for this creature in my hair, I hold on to it, open my eyes and slowly open my hand to reveal a small glittery sticker.

A huge smile takes over my face and once again I have proven to myself that I can conquer the world!

Now the waiting game...