Itsara

On Monday, Cindy has decided to leave me and go to America, and she’s taking our son with her. So if you Californians suddenly feel full of inexplicable hope and joy and laughter over the next two weeks, or if you notice a disproportionate amount of sadness and despair from me, know that it is because all joy has left this place. They have taken an airplane to bring happiness and mirth to those who don’t have it (maybe you think you already have it, but if so then you haven’t met my son yet).

Sandra is also currently in the States visiting her mom, so I’ll be here alone with the remaining four kids. I plan on spending my days waking up in a stupor, barely managing to get the Thai kids to school, then moping around the house for hours trying to find a reason for living before I have to pick them up from school again. After that I’ll struggle through their homework, make a dinner of plain rice and toast, and finally cry myself to sleep in preparation for another day. When Cindy returns it will be to unwashed, under-fed, ragged-clothed children, but boy will they be happy to see her.

Cindy and Isaac, on the other hand, will enjoy two fun-filled weeks of relaxing and fine-dining in one of the world’s most luxurious and expensive travel destinations. The worst part is that I know she won’t take advantage of the availability of carne asada burritos as much as she should… as much as I would.

Most of her time will be spent with her family, I think, but I think she plans on making it down to San Diego for at least one weekend. So if you only go to Coast every once in a while, make sure you get there the next couple of Sundays. Trust me, that boy is worth it.