The Good Day: Friday was a good day. I went to work and the whole day just went very smoothly. There were four 18 year old female students from a local school in the hogar all week helping which was really nice, but this particular day worked out great. They watched the kids and there wasn't actually much driving to do, so I got the chance to sit and have some breakfast with the Tias and visit for quite a while. They were having tea and cake - so I had cake and fruit. After breakfast, I went in and played with my babies for awhile and it was really fun! There 5 girls in there and 5 babies. This made a lot of attention for each child which results in very happy kids. They were all dancing and laughing - it was adorable. Then I took the head Tia to the store, and we did some grocery shopping. I pushed the cart - she got the food. This was also really nice time to get to talk to her individually. When we got back to the hogar, she set me to a task which was really fun. Hang up the new pictures of the children they had just gotten as gifts, so I got to do a little designing. Lunch proceeded that - and overall it was a Good Day.
The Bad Day: Thursday was a bad day. I arrive to the hogar late, go to get the keys to unlock the gate to back the van out, and the keys are gone. The Tias frantically search the entire house to no avail - and the blame is left on me in the end. I was the one who had them last, so obviously I lost them. I know for a fact I hung them up where they were supposed to go - I specifically remeber doing it, but try telling frustrated women that in broken Spanish. They won't listen. Finally, they got a neighbor to break the lock off, and I took the kids to daycare. Then I took a Tia and a child to the doctors office. At this point I was actually starting to feel better about the day because the Tia and I were actually having a conversation. I was understanding what she was saying and I was responding (which doesn't happen all that often here!). Then came lunch. Still feeling pretty good about my Spanish - I was talking with two Tias that I don't actually know very well. They asked me about my schooling and I told them I had studied Spanish for two years in University. The Tia who always makes fun of my Spanish proceeded to make a comment something to the effect of - what kind of crap school is that you obviously didn't learn anything. I was pissed. I pretended to laugh a bit, but then got my things and left immediately. I cried the whole way home. It was pouring and I just needed to walk - so I did. I ended up catching my second bus - but walked the whole distance the first bus usually takes me. In my head, I was planning a whole elaborate scheme to tell that Tia off next time she makes fun of me. And on top of that, I envisioned myself telling her you can't treat people like that and I wouldn't stand for it, so I was leaving and not coming back, therefore she could learn how to drive. I had it all planned out by the time I got home drenched, tear stained, and really tired - then promptly fell asleep. Upon awakening, I prayed a lot and I thought a lot with a more level head, and decided I could never up and quit. It wouldn't be fair to the children, no longer getting the extra love and attention they so desperately need, and possibly not going to daycare sometimes. They are the ones that would suffer - not the Tia. But I also do realize that it's not right for her to treat me that way, and I am going to say something to her next time she makes fun of me. Overall - A truly Bad Day.
The Ugly Day: Saturday was an ugly day. Not in the sense you might think though. We had a repair day at one of the hogars, and let me tell you, we looked ugly. But after a day of sanding, painting, and building walls and desks - you wouldn't expect any different. We were covered in old paint (we were hoping there wasn't lead in it!), new paint, saw dust, and who knows what else. It was tons of fun, but still an Ugly Day.
Pics: Me and Shannon (My favorite volunteer) sanding; Little girl prepping windows for painting
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