This post could get raw, weepy, and contemplative reeeeal quick. Consider yourselves warned.
I’m losing a mind battle with the dogs. I tried to focus myself to write about something else, like the delicious cookies that I’ve been living on for the last two weeks, or how we had a typhoon day at school, or how I got my first haircut here, but all I can think about is how I never ever want to see, touch, and especially HEAR a dog ever again.
I can hardly believe it. It’s been three months since we boarded a plane in little old Minnesota, sprinted through the Chicago airport with overpacked carry-ons to catch our flight to Seoul, and finally bopped on over to our temporary home for a year: Cebu, Philippines.
Three months. That’s roughly 90 days, or 2,160 hours, or 532,403,851 dog barks, depending on how much sleep I’ve gotten.
Before you throw a pie at my face, there are three reasons this Monday actually is happy. Number one: baby time. It may appear that baby time is little happier for me than it is for cutie pie, but in our hearts we love each other. L-O-V-E.
Mine was good, as you might have noticed by the jumbo cheeseburger and malt pictured above.
The main event of the weekend was Bjork and my – mine’s? I’s? – first ever outing with kids from the orphanage. We decided that in honor of my students filling up their sticker charts (oh, stickers, you powerful little things), we would hit up the big mall in Cebu for some games and food. Might I add that my students are six preteen girls. Mall. Preteen. Girls.