Kim

Every day leaves me feeing like a 65 year old woman, doubled over with back aches and arm pains due to the 2500 little rugrats we chase after daily. And when I say 2500, I clearly mean 16. Who would have thought these adorable little cherubs would be so tiring! Nevertheless, we pull up or socks, put our maternal faces on (some more than others) and fight through dirty diapers, mushy food, loud endless wailing, and of course the occasional run-away baby. We’ve definitely come to realize how difficult it is to take care of children.

That being said it is unimaginable to think we muster up strength for the 20 minute walk to the main road where we can hail and/ catch a minibus to take us back in to town. As per usual we stand at the side of the dusty road only for a short while before the white van is in complete view complete with the self assigned conductor hanging off the side of the door beckoning anyone looking for a ride. With crushed dirty money crumpled in his hand he yanks open the door and quickly ushers us inside. The bus is off again before we can even sit. The conductor is once again hanging out of the vehicle shouting for potential passengers as we cling to the seats as the driver flies over the massive craters in the unpaved road.

Well as least we made it home safely. And you have to appreciate efficiency at its best.