Note: amateur blogger error. I swear I posted this weeks ago. No wonder no one had commented on it. Ooooops. A little dated now but still worth keeping around for a few laughs and memories. Enjoy!
In past blogs, like all of them, I’ve used the phrase “same same, but different.” In keeping true to my past references, I dedicate this entire blog to life in Bahrain and how it is same same, but different.
Note to reader: It’s 11pm when I’m starting this blog. I apologize ahead of time for the lack of editing and lack of flow. I’m just going to use the good ‘ole listing method for this blog. If that bothers you, skip this one. Aaaaand to be clear, NO WAY did I stay up to write this blog. I too get the creative stroke of genius in the wee hours of the night, especially on a full moon like tonight, but I love sleep too much to stay up for a blog. Priorities people. I’m up this late because there is a Seahawks game starting in 22 minutes. Which leads me to my first same same, but different example.
Example 1. Sunday football. I have had many incarnations in this life. The agnostic, cheerleader, homecoming queen, the 80 hour work week restaurant manager, waking up to full body pain, coffee and chasing it with wine and whiskey, the hippie, anti-government, live-off-the-grid yogi, the spiritually uplifted but totally ungrounded gotta-figure-this-thing-called-life-out while getting a masters degree in the most out of the box field of medicine, to the current stay-at-home mom living in Bahrain…but through it all I am a die-hard football fan. From the time I can remember, watching football was a family event. Over time, as I began to watch the game for the sport and not the cool outfits the “cheerleaders” were wearing (because my “Auntie” was the designer…no joke), I loved the game. I love the sport. I love the psychology. I love to yell at the TV like I know better than the players or coaches. And I love guacamole. Every game is better with guacamole. Duh. Bahrain is literally halfway around the globe but we’ve figured out how to watch NFL games live–God bless Game Pass. The only drawback is most Sunday games start at 8pm and most Hawks games start around 11pm, ending around 2am. So yay [insert happy dance] to getting my game fix, booooooo to bags under my eyes and crankiness the next day. I still love watching the games but there is a totally different vibe to my Sundays when games start so late. For you football types, imagine trying not to yell at the refs at 1am because you might wake up the kids, your husband, or the neighborhood. Kind of takes the fun out of the game a little, right? Also, guacamole at 1 am doesn’t taste as good. So NFL and Sunday football…Same same, but different.
Example 2. The Internet. Clearly, we have the internet if we’re watching Game Pass and posting blogs. But…do you remember the internet 10 years ago? More like, do you remember the speed of your internet 10 years ago? Well, that’s what we have going on here. It. is. so. slooooooooooooooowwwwwwwww. I’m not complaining (well, not right now but 50% of the time I do get frustrated with the speed) because the alternative to slower or no internet is just out of my modern-day realm of possibilities at this point in life. So internet…same same, but different.
Example 3. Alcohol. I know not everyone drinks, and I’m always really impressed by those who don’t, but our family does. Obviously (or maybe not so obviously, hehehehe) Trace and Izzy don’t, but mommy and daddy sure need their “mommy milk” and “daddy milk” to survive these toddler years. Technically, alcohol is illegal in Bahrain. Thanks to international relations, we can buy alcohol on Base…via a rationing system. Through an application and approval from Tad’s boss, I was granted 26 points per month (something like that). Each bottle or six-pack has a point value assigned to it. As I buy a six-pack or a bottle, my points slowly dwindle. If I use all my points I can’t buy any more alcohol until the 1st of the month when my points renew. And no, there is no carry over like your cell phone minutes. I definitely stock up just to use my points towards the end of the month just in case we ever have a huge snow storm and I can’t get out of the house (rookie mistake I made in Virginia that I’ll never make again). And yes, you have to pay for your alcohol on top of using your points. While this has definitely decreased my glass of wine while I cook tendency, I have become more discerning about my wine drinking. I save my precious glass of wine for those toddler moments when a glass of wine is really needed. Oh, let’s say, like 10am instead. Again, priorities people. So alcohol…same same, but different.
Example 4. Weekends. “Weekends?” you ask. “How can this be same same, but different?” In Bahrain, and in many middle eastern countries, the weekend is Friday (the holy day) and Saturday. This means Thursday nights are the equivalent to the American Friday night and Sunday is the first day of the work week. You’ll hear us say on Thursday night, “Yay, it’s Friday.” I’m sure we’ve permanently screwed up Trace’s initial concept of days of the week. Eh. He’ll get over it. Practically speaking, if Tad ever really got a day off (which he rarely does), he’d work Sunday-Thursday. As it is, because his boss’s boss’s boss (or something like that) is in Tampa, Florida, and they work for “the man” who never sleeps, and there are conflicts all over the middle east (in case you haven’t turned on TV or radio in ten years), Tad is at work a lot. Since the kids and I are impervious to time (one of the blessings of being a toddler and stay-at-home mom) we technically get weekends but really every day just blends in with the next. So while you all are getting ready to kick back, party, and socialize on Saturday night, it’s a “work night” for us. Sunday football is a work day and work night for us. Blah. So weekends…same same, but different.
Example 5. Showers. To my delightful surprise, we have decent pressure. I mean, it’s better than a bucket and cup which I was totally prepared for too. Expect the worst, be surprised and happy about anything better than the worst is the new type of mentality Tad is slowly encouraging me to embrace. Another thing about our shower is that I didn’t anticipate hot water. Yes, this is a developed part of the world, so running water is widely available but when I’m talking about hot water, I’m talking about scalding hot water every time you turn on the faucet–immediate hot water. Is this a blessing or a curse? Need to shower? Jump right in. Wash your dishes? Ready to go. Wash your hands? Add a little soap and those germs are toast. At first, I was excited. How fun. Instant hot water. The Environmentalist in me was thrilled, “no wasting water while waiting for it to warm up.“ Big tree hug. Then the reality hit. Oh wait, but there is NO cold water. Anywhere. Not in ANY of our faucets. No biggie since we have a water cooler for drinking water and I typically drink warm or room temp water anyway. But the theory of you want what you don’t have hits. “What if I WANT cold water?” Too bad. Not getting it. Apparently when the weather begins to drop so will our water temperature. Makes sense. Our house’s water tank is on the roof. It’s basking in the desert sun just absorbing, like a hot pot of water, the heat of every second of every day. So yes, all our house water is hot. The hotter the day and night, the hotter our water. When we first moved in the water was scalding hot. So hot you could barely wash your hands or shower. Never thought that was a possibility. With a simple lack of foresight, the kids’ bath time was pretty loud with screaming tears of pain as we threw them into scalding hot bath water. Oooops. We quickly learned…we need to draw a bath (never thought I’d ever use that phrase in my life) and let the bath water sit for 5-10 minutes until it cooled off. Soon our water temperature will drop and we won’t have any hot water, only cold water. We’ll have to test out the water heater and see if it actually works. So showers…same same, but different.
Since we’re in the house and on the topic of water, let’s stay here for one more example.
Example 6. The sink. In our kitchen, we have a double stainless steel sink. A little industrial but it works and I’m grateful for the double basin. No garbage disposal had me lost for a few months but I’m slowly finding my way. I’m such a suburban princess. So not only is there no garbage disposal the drains are teeny-tiny, said in Izzy’s cute toddler voice. Two big basins + two teeny tiny drains = [Insert emoji of me pounding my forehead into the wall]. How does this all add up in a practical sense? Washing dishes takes fourteen times longer than in the States. The sink is constantly getting backed up with dirty water because the little strainer is so tiny and the smallest particles of food, i.e. bread crumbs, chicken nugget crumbs, and God forbid if flax seed or chia seed gets washed into the sink, fills the drain strainer immediately. It doesn’t even matter if we’re using the dishwasher, which we have, because all the food particles still back up in the sink preventing me from even getting the dishes into the dishwasher at any normal rate. Regardless, I rarely use the dishwasher because it cleans about as well as Trace and Izzy would do if they tried to do the dishes. Oh, I hear some of you saying, “just wipe off your plates of debris before you wash.” Aha, I do! In the four weeks of living here I have managed to scientifically analyze, test, and conclude that the best method for dealing with these tiny sink drains without a disposal is to live off paper plates. There goes my Environmentalist streak. Noooooo, we don’t use paper plates but I fist bump the families who do. So sinks…same same, but different.
So it’s getting really late, so late tomorrow is going to be a treat for everyone. Poor Izzy. At least Trace has school in the morning. I have so many more same same, but different stories about living in Bahrain. I’ll save them for another blog.
Before I sign off, please know Trace and Izzy were not badly hurt or burned by the hot water in the story shared above. Toddlers are so dramatic and scream about anything. I also want to make it very clear that we are incredibly grateful for this opportunity to live here. I totally understand and am very aware that the stuff shared in this blog is petty in the big scheme of life. It’s also these little things in life that make Bahrain…Bahrain. Before we know it, we’ll be PCSing to another place and Bahrain will seem like a blink of an eye. I want to look back and remember what made Bahrain, Bahrain. These blog posts are those memories, those little things. And who knows, maybe someone will find a little more gratitude in their day after reading this when they realize just how awesome it is to control the temperature of your own water. Again, those little things.
Gratitude is one of the most valuable perspectives to have, especially when we have it so good. And we do have it, SO GOOD. Life is really good to us…just a wee-bit different in Bahrain. Different is not bad though, just different. I personally LOVE IT (most of the time) even though it does take a little more effort, patience, and acceptance. Since patience is not my forte, more like the biggest life lesson to work on, Bahrain is providing ample experiences for me to lose my mind and then recenter myself as I say, “let it go. let it go. let it go.” As a yogi, what more could I ask for than an entire day of challenges to practice patience and acceptance?
Time for me to get to bed. Seahawks squeaked out another win. Sorry Falcons fans. Go Hawks!
Aloha & Namaste y’all. Until next time.