It's late and I should be sleeping, or trying to, but my mind is whirling away with the contents of my to-do lists, so I might as well blog. We are in our final days here, preparing for the next big move. I've managed to assemble the necessary supplies, save a new television. We've heard they are crazy expensive in South America, and I really want a smart tv so that I can watch American television and the Mexican version of Grey's Anatomy with very little effort. I am going to be forced to actually go to a store and purchase the tv, though, because I was indecisive and couldn't choose, and now it's too late to order anything. The movers come on Thursday.
We now have our apartment lined up. It was a bit tricky, and I still haven't seen photos, but I do have a floor plan. (It freaks me out a little that I have not yet seen photos.) This is where I am going to start to sound like an even bigger ass than usual, so my apologies in advance. The apartment looks lovely--great neighborhood, near some parks that people seem to like, with a playroom for the kids and a giant walk-in closet for me. Perfect, right? Oh, and it has quarters for a live-in maid, in a different part of the apartment from the "family" bedrooms. And this is where I confess that we've been debating the merits of hiring a domestic employee.
It makes me feel like such a jerk to say that. It feels like indentured servitude to me. My friends who have had domestic staff before tell me that the wages are good for the country I will be living in, and that I would be helping the local economy by hiring someone. It still feels weird to me. Because the fact of the matter is that $10 or $15 a day is not much money, and it feels. . .bad. But on the other hand, we could pay an employee well (by local standards) and have someone live in, work full time, and still pay less than $500 a month. This person could be a nanny, or it could be someone who cooks, cleans, does laundry, does the grocery shopping, runs errands, etc. Oh, and the quality of the care/assistance is supposedly top notch. This is the kind of situation you can only dream about in the U.S.
Miss M is definitely going to be going to preschool, but the schools pretty much only offer half-day programs. T thinks he might like to work once SB is old enough to be in school. That gives us like a year or so. If he is going to work, we'll definitely need help.
I don't know. I like the idea on some level, but I feel really weird about it on other levels. We'll see.
Warning: much discussion of pooping ahead. In potty training news, it continues to be a mixed bag. Miss M's teachers continue to think that she sometimes poops in her sleep during nap time. I know better. That child has never, ever--not even as a teeny, tiny baby--pooped in her sleep. She is clearly pooping during naptime to avoid using the potty. I've resorted to bribing her, and it's going reasonably well on days when she wants something. For example, we bought a fancy bubble thingamabob, and denied her the use of it unless she pooped on the potty at school. On day one, she pooped in her pants, and was not allowed to open it. On day two, she pooped on the potty. However, on day three when she was no longer coveting the bubbles, she pooped in her pants again. Argh. We went over using the potty this morning just before I left her at school, and the end result was that she tried to use the potty, according to her teacher, but said it was "stuck and won't come out. " And then she didn't poop at all, which has now happened a few times on days when I've really stressed the importance of using the potty. She NEVER skips pooping, and is never constipated, because she lives on fruit and dairy. Double argh. But still, she has been pretty good about peeing on the potty, so. . .baby steps.
I'm packing all day tomorrow. Wish me luck! I need to have a big day. Then, it's dinner with a friend from my old job, then one more sleep, then the movers appear. We end the week with a big party with friends, and then leave for a few weeks of vacation with family in advance of our big move. Let the games begin!