Throw toilet paper in the toilet bowl; sidewalks as far as the eye can see; highways with no potholes; green manicured grass - what is this paradise? Oh wait a minute, it’s a developed country. Oh yes. I’m in the United States.

Accilimating to a culture goes both ways. I’m back where I came from, yet I’m used to where I am now. Since this is not making sense, I suppose it is best to stop writing before I write something I will regret. Finding Internet cable has been a bit more challenging than I expected. Finding a moment without the kids is more challenging than I remember. No school or husband or nanny to take them off my hand for an hour or two. My relatives are super wonderful, but that special needs thing adds just that extra zip in the holiday challenge.

When I stopped in Target to get some diapers, of course the “Baby” section was on the opposite end of the store. My mom waited out in the car with a sleeping Addison and a coughing Coco. I grabbed a pair of sunglasses on my way to the check out with the mega-super size of diapers (was everything always mega-sized???). I opened the bag of M&Ms after checking out. The super-sized bag dumped into my handbag. I could hear them jiggling on the bottom as I walked out. I couldn’t get the red or black price tag off the sunglasses, so I walked out AS IS. For a second I thought: what if I meet prince charming on the way out. I shrugged. Guess he’ll have to take me AS IS.

(Special note: Since my mother’s computer came out of the box when dinosaur’s walked the planet, you may experience spelling or grammatical errors that were out of the operator’s control in fixing. I’m trying to talk her into a new one, we’ll see about that.)