Police Escort

On our bus ride to church we had to pull over. At first I thought it was an accident because I saw a bunch of police cars with lights flashing. As we got closer it was the police escorting a camel caravan across the highway. I had no idea they got such service.

On another note it happened! Chris finally saw the light. I am not sure if it was my completely frazzled demeanor or the fact that he had to sweep and mop the entire house when I just couldn't do it all. After he was done he came to me and said, "I think we should get a houseboy." All along he has been concerned that the boys will grow up helpless slobs if they don't learn to clean the house themselves. Instead I get to constantly pick up after them. In Alaska I was able to keep up with the two at home and lots of babysitters. Here, I have three boys 24-7. Chris and I have had a sitter twice. So they don't give me much time to get the housework done and my personality is such that I like it clean and organized. Right now the boys aren't much help, no matter what the job. They will still have responsibilities such as their room and toys. Golum (yes, that's his name) is helping me, not them. Some house boys do everything from laundry and grocery shopping to cleaning. Ours only waters our lawn and cleans the bathrooms, floors, and kitchen.

People keep asking how Chris' job is going. It is definitely a different work culture than he is used to. He describes it like this: "I feel like a chef who goes in to cook a meal and someone has completely rearranged everything in the kitchen. I can still cook but don't know where anything is or how to be efficient."  After a month now things are somewhat better and somewhat more complicated. Although some things have taken him by surprise most of this would be the same no matter what the new job is. There is always a learning curve and a time where you feel inept until you understand the system.