Midweek Blues

I'd have to say this week is a mixed bag. And it's only Wednesday.

On Monday, Sharla went into labor on her way to Palmetto. We haven't seen or heard from her since, but we assume she's had her baby.

(Backstory: Sharla has been our nanny since we arrived on the island, and she discovered she was pregnant [at age 20] with a girl [her second] when she was five months into it. We've had four months to brace ourselves for no nanny, but secretly hoped that it was all a hoax and Sharla wasn't really leaving us. That's part of the reason we decided to start nursery school at such a young age. We knew we'd need help of some/any kind.)

Also on Monday: losing Sharla, we re-gained my car.

(Backstory: my brand new Nissan XTrail lost its transmission on the gravel-rutted road leading up to our house SEVEN WEEKS AGO. It's been in the shop this entire time, waiting for parts to come from Japan. On the slow boat from China. As Mike says, the global economy hasn't found its way to Honduras. But done at last, we picked up the car and gleefully drove home. Before the sun went down, Mike switched the carseats from the Truck back into the XTrail. I'm ready to roll.

On Tuesday, we loaded the kids into my car for school with no time to spare. I turned the key and -- oh no -- nothing happened. We swore, scratched our heads, consulted our Spanish-speaking gardener and couldn't understand what he said, and then we gave up. We couldn't face re-switching the carseats, so we blew off school. But without a Sharla, that just meant we had a whole day to ourselves with two babies.

To balance out Tuesday, however, the wildly evasive Tropic Air Conditioning gentlemen re-appeared with our seven replacement a/c's that have been on order FOR TWELVE MONTHS. Must've been on the same slow boat from China.

(Backstory: our two houses are designed for "split unit" air conditioners that are mounted high in the walls and operate in each room separately, but have outside compressors. Kind of a compromise between central air and window units, but are much more cost-efficient in this climate than keeping your entire house an icebox 24/7. The transformers on the units that were intitially installed blew out with the island's erratic electricity production. We've sweated through the hottest months of the year with no functional air conditioning, though we've already paid for it and have the holes in the walls to prove it.)

Anyway, three Spanish-only speaking young men worked all day and installed the first unit -- in our bedroom, halleluia -- and the magic moment came when we pushed the remote. And -- oh no -- nothing happened. We swore, scratched our heads, consulted our Spanish dictionary and finally understood, there was no freon. "Maybe on the boat," the young men said, "manana."

Again on Wednesday, we tried to start my car. This time Mike used his key, not mine. And sure enough! It started. The key I used yesterday had been "reprogrammed" and no longer worked.

(Backstory: in the first few months of moving here, I lost my keys. Amidst the 300+ boxes that had moved with us. Mike swore, scratched his head, and paid out hundreds of lempiras to get a replacement. Which only ever worked if you pointed it one way up, not the other way down. Then to our surprise the mechanics apparently found my missing keys in the car while baby-sitting it at the garage for the last seven weeks.) Hmmm. Wish they had told us when they returned the keys yesterday that THEY WEREN'T EVER GOING TO WORK.

So off to school we went.

But home from school we came, and I drove right into the doghouse.

I drove up the gravel-rutted road, down the neighboring hill, up our hill, up our driveway and right off the driveway, which was the equivalent of driving my newly fixed car into a ditch. The driveway sits eight inches or so off the ground (why? not sure. see picture below of driveway installation).

And I just drove up it, and over it. Guess I was thinking about something else, like what am I going to do with two babies for the rest of the day?

Mike swore, scratched his head, consulted our Spanish-speaking gardener and started shoveling dirt. He and Senor Gomez shoveled dirt under the wheels, tied the Xtrail to the Truck, and eventually pulled it out of my homemade ditch.

Is this week over yet?

In defense of my Tropic Air Conditioning gents, the freon did arrive today and for the first time since we moved in TEN MONTHS AGO we will have a cool, humidity-free night's sleep. So will Delaney and Hayden. We tucked them in with blankets, since this will truly be a shock to their systems. And I'm hoping it will cool off my husband, who's been hopping mad for one reason or another since the week began. Welcome to paradise.