Any self-respecting writer who spends ten days in Rwanda should come home chock full of blog material. So, where are the posts?
I have no idea. Maybe I’m not a self-respecting writer. Maybe I’m still processing. Or maybe I’m just a lunatic who does nutso things like buy a puppy and rearrange her house before the jetlag even has a chance to wear off.
Yeah, let’s go with the last one. Before I try to make up for my glaring silence on what I saw/learned/felt in Rwanda, I feel the need to fill you in on what’s happened since.
Let me start at the end:
We arrived home on Friday, August 8. By the time we cleared customs at Dulles (a complicated affair since my name never made it on the flight manifest), drove 3 hours home, and sludged through the rest of the day until a reasonable EST bedtime, I’d been awake 44 hours.
Saturday we unpacked, did laundry, and tried not to kill each other.
Sunday, we bought a puppy.
I know what you’re thinking – we’re impulsive crazycats. But you should know we planned this whole thing weeks before we traveled. So, I guess that makes us premeditated crazycats. Is that worse?
Puppy ownership wasn’t the only plan we made before Rwanda. We’d also decided it was high time our dining/craft/school/play/storage room stopped being schizophrenic and became an office: MY office! I’ve never had my own office, so this was a plan I fully intended to set in motion at the first possible opportunity, jetlagged or not.
All this to say, Monday through Saturday of our first week home involved patching and sanding drywall, painting, assembling IKEA furniture, and mopping up puppy urine every five minutes. But, honey, it was worth it:
Office finished, I passed through the next week in a blur of illness, continued sleep deprivation (why do puppies feel the need to pee every three hours?), and back-to-school madness.
Which brings me to today. (Deep breath…) My kids are at school. All three of them. For the whole day. This will only be true two days each week, so I plan to use my Tuesdays and Thursdays to write, write, write. In MY OWN office, of course.
Of writing projects, there is no end. My novel has been sorely neglected over the summer, far more so than my blog, if that’s even possible. Then there’s our business blog (I Married a Contractor), my work with Imana Kids, and a few other brainstorms brewing. Also, I’ve taken on being a Show Hope blogger, which means I’ll have monthly blogging assignments related to orphan care and adoption.
Over the next few days/weeks/months, as emotions settle and thoughts process, I will tell you about Rwanda. For as busy as I’ve been, time has not been the only hindrance in posting. My thoughts and emotions are still a discombobulated Rubix Cube. Until I’ve had a chance to wrestle some of them into sequence, nothing I say will make any sense.
Speaking of a discombobulated, nonsensical mess, I still need to deal with the aftermath of my office project. Because when you clear out one room, it inevitably requires that you mess up and then clean every other room in your house. This, currently, is my dining room:
If that makes you feel better about your life, you’re welcome.
Adieu for now, patient friends.