Too many things.......

Going on at the same time, sometimes sequential, consequential or unplanned.  What is one word for too many things happening at the same time? Chaos, maybe. In moments of stress and overload I tend to forget my languages :P

The last week before school ends...
We are going to have extra emotional goodbyes. Yesterday was a meeting with Big G's teacher. It's all positive for her, fingers crossed. Good with her reading and Maths skills. At school, has a good attitude and gets along with others. Maybe sometimes forgets to take it out of her school bag when she is home. No, that is too harsh. I need to be patient as the parent. But I really did not tell the teacher our daily disputes over clothes, where even now the little sister wants to have her say. If they chose well, I would encourage it, but the fascination for sleeve-less I don't understand. I have resolved to get random 2 sets of uniforms for both of them from my India visit, and make them wear those only.

Our place is full of moving boxes and the whole house has this ruffled, messy look. The moving company is sending people to have a look and give us a quote. So I'm held prisoner all of this week waiting for them. I feel guilty when I try to steal some time to finish Francis Mayes 'Under the Tuscan Sun'. Co-incidentally, the book has a theme of moving and renovating a house. I would probably have felt very different were we moving into our own place, yes, I do recall that feeling from a long ago. But in this case I am a bit indifferent. Already, with his workload and with the long commute the husband is going to be a weekend parent, unlike now. The biggest reason I am against the move, I'd always prefer to live close to my work.

Just before all this started we celebrated lil G's fourth birthday. She got to ask 4 kids from school over, of which 3 turned up. It also seemed like a immigrant children get-together - an Armenian, a Congolese and an Egyptian. The one and only Belgian kid did not come. The mothers stayed back and we all spoke in passable Dutch to each other. Change is such a constant and needed thing in life, yet here I am resisting it all the time.

Big G has a sleepover in school this week, and I am not obsessing with it like last time. Made her have a quick self-cleaning practice with wet wipes:) Also, lil G has given herself a secret hair-cut. I only noticed a clump of hair in the kitchen and a trail to their room. On questioning, she kept mum but now has these uneven side bangs, which look funny. She even told me she used the big red scissors for it, but will not tell me where they are. Have been looking for them for a couple of days. Using the small set now for packing.

Looking forward to going home, will also give me some space for myself, or so I assume. Have not made a list for to-dos and to-gets from there, maybe will do it there itself. The one thing people back home want is chocolates. I remember seeing in a mall in Goa all the Belgian and Swiss chocolate brands. Here, I have to go to different shops for the same. Irony!

And my computer is dead on me. I must go to the park closeby to say goodbye, a good spell of weather should help. Help in lifting spirits. And don't want to ramble on. Hopefully I can post before I leave.