tap, tap, tap, is this thing on?

It has been eleventy-six kinds of crazy-craziness around here lately. Jamie gone, Jesse gone, homeschooling, studying, doing laundry by hand, cooking, cleaning, exercising, and the endless dentist appointments. But we love our dentist. So, pretty much just bullet points.

I am getting really sick of waking at 4am and stumbling through the day, falling asleep between 9pm and 10pm and getting up the next morning and staring at the dark walls waiting for dawn. Again. It’s the damn hot flashes that wake me, but for some reason I’m not able to go back to sleep. So I watch the ceiling and the walls and the windows and wait…wait….wait…for the sun to come up. And then I head out and either don’t worry about waking Kilo (puppy) for Yoga or try and tiptoe out so I can take a run. I’ve been running 3 miles every other day and it seems to be working out well. Right now I’m about an 11 min/mile, which is pretty slow, but it is working for now.

Jesse came back from the frozen north on the same day that Papa and Tata graced us with their presence.  Both flights got in at the same time but different terminals, so we got Jesse first and the grandfolks second.  They must have cleared customs in record time because we were on the road home less than an hour after their flights arrived.  We have been loving each moment that Papa and Tata have been here – they have amazing stories, Kilo is in LOVE with Papa, they make us amazing homemade pasta, they are fun to hang out with and they’re up for anything.  Tomorrow we’re headed to Valladolid so they can see something with a bit of colonial flare.  We’ll hit at least one cenote, probably Dzitnup, and make it a day trip.  They go home on Wednesday and we’ll be so sad to see them go.

It is almost heaven-on-Earth to have a working washing machine.  It conked out once and Pedro was able to get it moving again, but then it developed a different problem and was totally unusable.  One day we headed to Boca Paila and spent the day on the beach and came home with a huge load of sandy towels.  I was dreading the handwashing of all that gear and decided to try the washer and it worked!  Today I headed over to pay Pedro and he replied that he’d done nothing!  The washer must have fixed itself and at a most opportune moment.  It still makes horrific sounds that freak Papa out as he tries to work at the table next to it, but hey it is WORKING!  And all I have to do it babysit it.  Sweet!

Jamie is hoping to head home in a little over a week and we’re really looking forward to seeing him again.  I’m almost used to being a single mom though – it will require a little adjustment and a HUGE adjustment on his end when the tropical heat hits his fragile Wisconsin skin.  It is definitely heating up and temperatures of 36C/96F are not abnormal.  We have really not kept in contact well; he is not comfortable on email and I’ve honestly been too busy to even email, let alone call.  Hopefully, now that the washer is one with the gods, I’ll have loads more time for him.

I can’t even begin to try and remember the highlights of the past 1/2 month, but this will have to do.  If I don’t post now I probably never will.