My Life is a Sitcom

Let me explain.

Warning: this story is graphic, not for the faint of heart.

First off, today was a great day, I liked most all of it. This morning the mother had to leave to work early so I was in charge of getting the kids ready and off to school. Things went smoothly compared to the usual. We left with enough time to make it to school by 915. On the way we were walking down the street. Little M said she wanted me to hold her, well this opportunity doesn't come too often so I say yes of course. I pick her up and she gets comfy, head on shoulder. Not 1 minute later she let's out a big sneeze. She pulls back and faces me. She has two long strands of mucus from her nostrils down to her chin. (Is this normal? Because for these kids it's always this nasty). So I laugh, grossed out, and put her down. She is laughing too. I look for my tissues in my bag. I always have my tissues just in case. I can't find them. But I do have a piece of notebook paper and so I do my best to clean M's face. Then she yells at me saying that there is mucus in my hair. Oh no. Ohhh no. Her twin little L comes over and looks, then see's M, then get's a real nasty look on her face.  All the sudden I look over and see L running to the nearby tree where she begins to vomit profusely. Meanwhile people are walking by looking at us like we're crazy. L finishes and so I try to rush them over to the fountain to clean a few meters away. Well we finally get to the fountain when I hear a big cry. Little man has fallen, tripped on who knows what. He is unnecessarily rolling on the floor. Then he gets up and spins in circles crying as if being chased by pain. I am trying to clean up the girls and at the same time calm down the boy. Apparently he can't walk, talk, move. He has a small scrape on his face and his knees are a little roughed up. Trying not to seem panicked I look for my band-aids in my bag. Nothing. Of course! Where is my emergency preparedness kit!? (I supposed I should get one of those). I try to gain control of everyone. Finally the crying has stopped for the most part and I tell them we will get all cleaned up and better at the school. I pull my mucus hair back into a bun, pretending for the moment it never happened and the three of us continue on to their school. We went slowly, each step careful and paining. Finally we arrived. The girls on time, the little man barely late, but by George we made it.

The rest of the day consisted of me swimming at the gym, laying out on their fancy terrace with English friend Amanda - so lovely. Maybe checking out the ridiculously fit Spanish swimmers during our stay... Going home feeling good. Talking with the Father over lunch for about an hour in Spanglish about many many things. This included him telling me about the many fiesta's going on this summer that I will have to be a part of. Um, okay! There's the week long San Fermín (bull fighting) in Pamplona - can't wait! Bilbao fiesta in August, our trip to Marvella and finally he told me I can't leave till after Sept 5th because that is the greatest fiesta in Lekeitio - from what I understand it starts at midnight and consists of a lot of drinking, throwing people in the ocean, helping them out, throwing them in again and crazy laughing alllll day. Later we celebrated Amuma's (Grandma's) birthday at her place where it was so picturesque I couldn't take it. Beautiful window light. A love glass table filled with perfectly cut sandwiches, cheetos, cherries and a large platter of baked breads and desserts. Each item placed on maroon and white designed china. Amuma (who I am secretly intimidated by, always so proper and dressed up) in a comfortable yellow house dress seeming so lighthearted and focused on making the kids happy. The small old radio. Everyone at ease. So lovely! The kids were on great behavior and the Grandpa talked to me for a long time and even though I may have laughed and nodded naively the time was great. After getting home M and I played pretend where she was my boss who made me cry (they love my fake crying) because my family was in hostage. Then she wrote down all 8 of my family members names. And when I say wrote I mean she drew squiggly lines for each.

I really liked today.