Better Parents Needed

I’m going to hijack this blog away from my typical expat theme this once to write about a topic dear to my heart – parenting. Well, I guess I can write about whatever the hell I want, this being my blog and all. And parenting and being an expat is not necessarily mutually exclusive. On ... 


If Tom Sawyer Had Had a Pool…

If Mark Twain had installed Tom Sawyer in the 21st century, he might have had him clean the pool instead of painting the fence, and this is what the scene might have looked like:

Scrubbing the pool wall is hard…
…because you keep floating away.
But boy it looks like so much fun!
Can I PUHLEEEASE do it too?
Okay, you can have a turn, but only for a little while.
Wait! Give us back the brush!

The kids are now out of school for their summer break until the middle of January, and as you can see I’m trying hard ... 


The New Global Student

When I reflected a few days ago on whether there is or isn't an ideal time to take an expat assignment, I mentioned a book by Maya Frost, called The New Global Student, with the somewhat lengthy but descriptive subtitle "Skip the SAT, Save Thousands on Tuition, and Get a Truly International Education."  It's a great book, but especially so for expats, and I'll tell you why.


My Dark Secret

I have a confession to make: I hate hate hate birthday parties. I consider myself a fairly good mother in other ways, but organizing and hosting birthday parties for my kids isn’t one of them.

I hate having to listen to Impatience and Sunshine chattering about their birthday plans most ... 


Family Travels

I’ve often told Noisette that my ultimate dream vacation would be the one where he tells me the two of us are leaving for the airport in one hour, that babysitting is all arranged, and to bring absolutely nothing as we will just buy whatever we need when we get there, wherever it is.

Alas, we live in the real world, where our vacations look more like this: About a week before we leave, Noisette asks me if I have packed yet. No kidding! About two days before departure, I print my color-coded 367-item packing list, just to appease him and be able to say “I’ve started packing” without lying. When I do start packing the day before we leave, I’m always determined to work extra hard to show that it can be done. But yikes! I now find myself with about seventeen additional crucial projects that absolutely have to be finished before I go, or the world will come to a standstill. They usually involve having to print something on our inkjet, which will usually go into those funky spooling modes where the job won’t print but can’t be deleted either, or at the least a cartridge will have to be replaced. In addition, the kids will have seventeen projects each that also have to be finished. Which is usually the point where Noisette casually remarks that this is precisely why I should start packing earlier.

Leaving  ...