It’s been 20 days since I got to Uganda with 2 toddlers and a ton of
baggage. The flight was hard and long. Thank goodness we got a flight with only
one layover. The girls slept most of the time from Amsterdam
to Entebbe . I
wish I had a pic of their positions in the seats. One was standing on the floor
but laying in the seat, asleep. I was in the center-section pinned in by their
sleeping bodies. I couldn’t get out and walk around. They didn’t want to. It
made me a little crazy to sit in one place for so many hours. I hadn’t thought
that through. I wasn’t thinking at all by the time I boarded. I had the 20
hours to sit and doze and sigh and feel anxiety about the mess I left behind,
hoping that it was miraculously being transformed.
I haven’t been feeling much like writing recently. I’ve been
lazying around and taking it easy and been forced to consider things other than
sheer (First World ) survival. Here, I have a
maid, so things move along without me most of the time. My husband stayed at
home all day the first day but has been gone attending to things every day
since then.
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