...That I can't be THAT African. I heard a big truck drive onto the property early this morning and thought, "Oops, better get the trash out...must be garbage day."
(Just FYI: We burn all of our trash in an incinerator. There are no garbage trucks in Zambia.)
...That one of my favorite parts of the day is cleaning up the house after the girls are asleep. It's just so satisfying to pick up baby dolls and binkies and tea party remains and burp cloths. And know that it all starts again tomorrow.
Does that make me weird?
...That if you go to bed late because you were watching a movie, the Universe will conspire against you to make sure that both of your children cry all night long. You should've gone to bed earlier.
...That if I can shower, feed everyone, and not have poopie diapers laying around the house by 10am...I'm doing pretty darn good. (Okay, so far, I've only gotten to 10:30..I'm getting there.)
...That my standards of productivity have changed dramatically. But somehow I feel like I'm getting more done now than ever.
...That newborns don't understand the importance of updating your blog. Sorry.