Radio Silence

Sometimes you just need a break.

A break from life.

Maybe it’s because life is so great that you just don’t have a spare free moment to write or talk or keep up with people. Other times its because life does not work out the way you hoped or planned & you need a moment or two to regroup. Or maybe the winter is getting too long, you are sick of dark days that bleed into dark nights of cold nothingness.

Mostly likely, it’s a combination of the three.

So I took a break.

& coming back this time I wonder, do I want to keep posting.

I used to loved to write. To craft our storied into funny little antidotes. Slivers of our life together that I wanted to remember. Then blogging got to serious. Comparing or competing. That wasn’t very fun. So I debate. Posting publicly. Going private. Or back to a journal, where I share my insights into our life with no one but myself.

I love my blogging buddies. The friends I’ve made across the world from this little piece of the internet. So I am torn.

To continue with some radio silence while I make a new plan .

Or to be back in action completely.

♥ theMRS.

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Dear Future Children,

Your dad is good at taking care of a sickie. Hope sometimes he plays hookie at work and takes care of you when you aren't feeling well. He does it with this flair that makes you feel so special and taken care of. I hate going to the doctor. So when I wanst feeling well, I avoided it for over a week. I kept getting worse, so your dad insisted that I go. 

He made me call into work, so he could take me to the doctor. We need to find a real doctor- that we can go to routinely. So instead we headed to the ihop for breakfast and then to the insta-care. There is something about a GIANT hot chocolate that makes you feel like everything is going to be ok, even if you have no idea how things will turn out. 

He talked for me when we were checking in and talking to the nurses because my voice was so hoarse that it hurt to even try to speak. & when the Doctor wanted to send me away without anything for the pain, he objected. Then he drove to the pharmacy to get my prescriptions filled and took me home to bed. 

Over the next few days he took care of me. Let me sleep late and hog all the good pillows. He brought me ice water and my meds when it was time to take them again. On Saturday he brought me a GIANT Diet Coke and a burger King breakfast sandwich. Not that Diet Coke or Burger King has any healing powers, but the nice thought did. 

& on Sunday he cooked me my favorite Ethiopian food. Let me watch crappy movies on the couch and rubbed my back. 

 When I was little I used to love sick days. Mostly because I would get to stay home with my mom and not have any of my brothers or sisters around. Mumsie would make me a bed on the couch out of the fluffy down blankets and bring us water with a straw. It was the best. 

Having your dad take care of me was just like that all over again. It was nice to not have to worry about anything. To have a little time with him. To get taken care of. It was magical. And I am feeling MUCH better.

♥ Mom

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a {LOVE} Letter, of sorts

The other day Adam said:

thank you for loving me. 

It was honest. 

Sweet. 

& an acknowledgment of our basic human need being filled. We all need to be loved. 

I thanked him in return for loving me. For taking care of me. It's a difficult job that he signed up for, and I am so grateful that he did. 

♥ theMRS.

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Life in the US: the totally botched hair cut

Since moving to the states theMR. has not had a proper hair cut.

ITs been one of the cultural adjustments of being here. When we first arrived we invested in an electric shaver for Adam's face and a set of hair clippers. Figured they were worth the investment since Adam has super tiny curly hair and we were nervous about someone ruining his luscious locks.

while living in Ethiopia Adam kept his hair relatively short and his face shaved to perfection.

Mostly because you can get a shave for 7etb.... which is like $.40

So Adam used to get his face shaved. There was a bit of a learning curve when he started maintaining his own goatee. He also got mostly used to cutting his own hair. Remember when he shaved off his goatee and looked TOTALLY DIFFERENT?

Lately he had been wanting a proper hair cut.

So we were out running errands, waiting to catch a movie and we stopped in at Craigs Cuts.

DON'T GO THERE.

The girl was nice.

The service fast.

The CUT wayyyy short.

& Adam had to trim up his neck and fade it himself on the back. She just couldn't do it.

Its a good thing he is so freaking good looking. So no one would even notice.

Anyone know someone good, who has experience with ethnic hair? It's these amazing little curls. Let us know.

It's one of my fears of having children.

Will I know how to do their hair?

Dreads maybe?

Clean shave for the boys....I better learn how to braid!

♥ theMRS.

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Belated Birthday Recap

♥ theMRS.

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