Clearly we’ve “settled” into our routine of living in Bahrain. I say that because I don’t feel as motivated to write, a direct reflection of feeling comfortable and not having the need to share or think anything is worth sharing. Then again, my parents were just here for five weeks and spending time with them was a priority. I bet if I asked them what I should write about, they’d say “driving in Bahrain.” So I’ll begin working on that one. In the meantime…
In doing some computer and smart phone cleaning, I found some pieces I had begun to write when we first moved here. Rather than try to weave them into one long story as if they actually represented now, I figured I’d literally cut and paste. It may not read as cohesively but I do want to “archive” them in some way as family memories. Enjoy
Immediately upon arriving Tad and I had our 5th wedding anniversary. “Had” being the most appropriate word, not celebrated and definitely not toasted. Honestly, we almost forgot. Oops. In the short to-do list of moving our whole life across the globe we both forgot about our anniversary. This is what I love about us. We did both mention in passing at one of the six airport terminals we got the pleasure of sitting in that the other should not expect anything for our anniversary. But to actually go until about 2pm in the afternoon before remembering…ooops. Apparently we rock this marriage thing! No really, we do. When we did finally remember, we figured out that still being married after three moves, two deployments, two amazing kids back-to-back, and not having killed our kids or each other was probably the best gift we could give each other. We then also did the geographic math and discovered we have been in a different state or country for each of our anniversaries: 1st Hawaii. 2nd California. 3rd Florida. 4th Virginia. 5th Bahrain. Not totally outrageous places often sought out for anniversaries but a cool record nonetheless, one that may actually hold up for a few more years. So Happy Anniversary to us.
Moving with Toddlers
Trace and Izzy have been the real rock stars of this move. Yes, kids are adaptable blah blah blah. Aaaaaand no they are not! If you are a parent of a toddler you know as well as anyone that all the psychologist and toddler books says, “routine is everything.” Let me paraphrase the rest for all my friends and family who forget the toddler stage, a.k.a tantrum stage: your child depends on predictability and routine. If you want to mess your child up and deal with tantrums, break their routine. Whatever you do, don’t move across the globe to new sounds, smells, tastes, temperatures, and sights. This will destroy their sense of reality and you will be the one to pay. Like the awesome and amazing parents we are, we moved across the globe. Why follow the rules?
Call it luck, timing, or fateful backlash to moving across the globe, Izzy discovered her voice and opinions about three days after landing in Bahrain. Thank goodness we have TWO toddlers now. Oh joy. Yippee. I was just starting to think this whole parenting thing was getting too easy and boring (said no mom of a two year old. Ever.). I now look forward to the unpredictable nature of wine o’clock. No, not whine o’clock, that’s predictable. That will happen all day long. Wine o’clock is the time I decide to have my first glass of wine. It might be 10am or 2pm. That’s what makes it so fun. Every day is different. Like a choose your own adventure but every ending I’m the winner. Wine o’ clock is definitely proportional to the psychopathic irrational tendencies of the two toddlers in my life. No shame. The real choose your own adventure horror plot twist is when the wine supply is low at home and your only source of wine is on Base (a full hour outing there and back). Makes wine o’clock more interesting now, eh?
In all seriousness, Trace and Izzy are doing really well for moving across the globe into 120 degree weather. Yes, it keeps getting hotter. The hotel is our saving grace still. It is hilarious and so sweet to watch Trace and Izzy jet out of the hotel elevator and race to the lobby so they can begin their pageantry of waves, “good morning’s” and “hi’s.” It’s so sweet. The breakfast staff adore the kids too. The commotion of “hello’s”, giggles, and waves that accompany walking into breakfast every morning, or just into the lobby, makes me feel almost like a celebrity. The hotel staff has been so sweet to us. Tad and I are trying to figure out how to stay in touch. The staff here is truly amazing. They will be missed.
How Burning Man prepped me for living in Bahrain
Never, and really I mean never, did I ever think my Burning Man adventure would follow me to Bahrain. Thank God I went to Burning Man to learn how to walk my way through a sand storm. Today, the day we are moving into our Villa it is so dusty and so windy I can barely see the high rise hotels that are less than 200 meters away from our hotel. Our beautiful view that I have come to love and admire at every hour of the day…just gone. Gone behind a wall of dust and sand. My lungs are already crying and scratchy just looking out over the dust. This should make for a really interesting move today.
and the last cut and paste story…
What will go next?…
Our dryer machine was taken away…again; the second time in ten days. Honestly, it wouldn’t be such a big deal but the temperatures have dropped enough that it now takes a full day and half to air dry/line dry most of the clothes, instead of 30 minutes that it took in the summer. Insert your sad face emoji here. As I drive around the neighborhood or look out our windows to the balconies nearby, I realize I’m whining. I am.
Life in Bahrain, life in “the sandbox” as some of the other Americans call it, as I have mentioned before is same, same but different. When it comes to the house, this is NO exception. Our house has every amenity (minus a sink disposal) that a suburban house in the US would have. Heck, we even have a bidet in every bathroom. So what lies in the “different” category? While amazingly beautiful and serene on the outside, is in a constant state of work or repair. Something is always breaking.
Just in the last 10 days of the dryer deciding it doesn’t want to spin and the electricians telling me they fixed it (they did for one load before it broke again), we also had an electrical short in our downstairs. After a full day of no electricity in the kitchen, and being told an electrician came by and fixed it (he didn’t), Tad somehow figured out how to trick the circuit breaker to stay on. In that same time period, the OSN (cable) decided to short out too. It’s been three days and I don’t anticipate it being fixed within the week. Oh yes, and the pool pump has taken on a life of its own. Despite a major language barrier between the pool guy and myself, he tells me, “It’s okay madam. Automatic timer is okay madam. It’s okay.” But it isn’t.
While it seems excessive the constant house repairs and electrical fixes, when I think back on our first few months in the house, this is the norm: blocked sinks, broken upstairs door that needed complete re-welding, air conditioning units needing repair every 7-14 days, broken oven, broken microwave, broken shower heads, broken water pipe, and broken water heaters…insert defeated sad emoji face here. Each break takes a minimum of two days to coordinate and fix, but I’d say the average is 5-10 days to fix. Just when everything seems like it’s in good working order around the house give it 10 days and something will go. Thank goodness I’m not working outside the house doing a typical 8-5. My domestication value (yes, I made that up just now) is very high right now since I need to be around the house nearly half the month for someone to come fix something. And if you’ve read previous blogs, the repair man never, NEVER, comes when he says, so I become housebound for days at a time awaiting his arrival.
All this “house stuff” keeps me humble though. I keep thinking, if this is what our house is like, I can’t imagine what others who have less resources and money are going through to keep their place in working order. Even our housemaid Anjala laughs at me when I get upset or frustrated about the next thing breaking. She tells me, “This is normal madam. All Bahrain is like this. No need to get upset.” Whether she’s saying this because she’s figured me out and doesn’t want me to stress, or it’s the truth, she’s like a zen teacher watching over me. So this, the house, has become a new yoga practice…not allowing all the little things to add up and ruin my day. The silver lining is that it forces me to stay home with the kiddos and we get to play a lot. Watching these two transform week after week is pulling at my heart strings in a major way. I want it to hurry up because I hate toddlers AND at the same time, I never want them to stop saying, “more snuggles mommia.”
I think everyone right now could use more snuggles and less headaches.
Cheers! To more snuggles and less headaches.
Aloha & Namaste