The most fitting word in the Creole language for my state of being right now is dezaud. I have no idea if that’s even how you spell it. It means chaos/disorder/a mess.
As of tomorrow we will have two weeks of training classes. This means 18 people here next week and 8 the week after. There will be excessive amounts of rice and beans consumed. In fact, I bought the sack of rice on Tuesday. We buy bags of rice in Canada. Haitians buy sacks. Same with beans. Because this last week was a holiday week it kind of threw a wrench in the wheel of preparations. We wanted to be able to take a day or two off like everyone else, but there’s always stuff to do. Yesterday Chris and I had to put all the training manuals together. Eventually he went to catch up on the dishes that seemed to have migrated to our house while I finished the little monsters up. Yeah, hole punching at 9 pm = not much fun. I looked around my house tonight and felt nothing but chaos. While Chris was helping Diana get packed and organized (she’s leaving tomorrow rather than next weekend because of the malaria) I attacked my laundry and kitchen a bit. I’m realizing that I’m one of those people that needs to have a bit of order to provide calm and a sense of…well, anything that may help with stress. Let’s call it ‘breathing space’.
So there you have it. My floors are messy, my bathroom sink is scummy, and I just barely remembered to feed the dog tonight. Welcome to missionary life. I’m going to go crawl in bed and try to get a good nights sleep before tomorrow. Like Chris described to me earlier…”I feel like I haven’t slept in two days.” Not true, but it sure feels like it.