South Africa Week 3 (2/20/17-2/26/17)

This has been an interesting week to say the least. I have had to play "Mom" to 4 precious children, which put my patience to the test.

Now a little backstory:

 I mentioned in my first blog post how Julia has been having stomach issues. The medication the doctor gave her has not been helping so he sent her to the hospital on Tuesday afternoon and she stayed there until Friday evening. They didn't really find out much, which is the main reason why she came home. Please continue to pray for healing and answers. She goes back to the hospital for more testing on Monday. 

While Julia was in the hospital I was in charge of the kids. I have watched a lot of My Little Pony, Wild Kratts, and a ton of other little kid movies. I now have an enormous amount of respect for moms. I still don't know how moms manage to stay calm after being asked the same question for the millionth time or come up with activities to keep all your kids entertained all day every day. 

A few stories from the week:

Tuesday afternoon, all the kids went to swim lessons with Uncle Randy, so I was left at home with Chisomo. I put on a show to keep her entertained while all the Clark kids were gone. We just bought new couches and the dogs aren't supposed to be on them, however, they somehow got in with out me noticing. All of a sudden I hear this smacking noise and Chisomo states that one of the dogs threw up on the new fabric couch!

*insert face palm here*

Being the only responsible one home, I cleaned it up and told Uncle Randy when he got home. 

On Wednesday, Uncle Randy took Marissa to art class, leaving me to once again be the only responsible. For some reason, adventure likes to seek me out when I'm the only one home! The kids were playing outside with the door open when a bird flew into the house. There are no screens on the windows or doors here, only burglar bars to keep out thieves. Sadly, the bird got trapped between the bars over the windows and the glass.  I tried opening the window, but as it was struggling to get out, the dogs came along, making the situation worse. I finally got the bird out of the house just as the dogs started to attack it. I'm sorry to report that the bird did not survive this ordeal. 

The rest of the week continued to be fairly uneventful. Except for the occasional argument, it stayed quiet. I am grateful for the learning experience that this week has been.  

~ Sarah Marie