Dog days

I had a zinger of a day today, a very Mexican day,-- green, white and red if you will. I think I can use that expression from time to time and in fact I think I will ask that it be put in the dictionary. I was in a terrible mood and I realized that if I stay here this will continue to happen to me and I will eventually go mad, become posessed and start speaking in tounges. There are just some things that are insanely impossible here and if I started sharing all the stories of all of the crazy things that happen to us on a daily basis it would fill three blogs or more, and who has the time to write three blogs I tell you.

I guess it didn´t help that lot of crap happened in one day today. You always know those days are coming and when they do you just have to get through them somehow. This morning we were so tired. I'm not sure why--we don't sleep well here and I think it's our body's way of reuperating every few weeks. So we wake up late, even the baby which is really unusual, and I´m rushing to get my grumpy kids dressed and changed and fed in twenty minutes and don´t you know we go to school and find out that there's no school today. I think it´s a holiday. I'll have to get back with you on that. So then I go to the bank and wait in line for an eternity to get the rent money for our ferocious landlord who beats on our door the DAY the rent is due, and the bank tells me that my name is on the account but I´m not authorized to take money--only my husband can do this ...huh?. So I am allowed to take bits from the ATM over the next week with my card but not more than X amount per day which is really stupid. Basically it means we can either eat or pay the rent for the next week. I hate Mexico for this! The bank manager knows me because I´ve been in there with Seb a lot. Isn´t that what a manager is for? Mexicans drive me nuts with this blind rule following thing. It´s such an oxymoron, --carefree, funloving perpetually late folks who are obsessed with rules and regulations. I actually had a guard chase me down in the grocery store last week because I had accidentally taken the wrong store´s grocery cart in their store. The carts were impossible to tell apart but HE knew. It was his JOB. So he made me switch out all my groceries, my purse, my grocery bags and my two kids while he stood there with his arms crossed and then confinscated the illegal cart....ohhhh...beware of those sneaky American cart switching women!

So yeah I guess I will just take my little ATM card allowance for the next week and try to squeeze in some grocery money while I´m at it so I can you know, feed my family. Maddening. It´s MY money and I can´t have it.

Okay there´s my rant. And here is my new device... let it all go. I think you have to when you live in a foreign country. I think you have to when you move as much as I do. And I think if I have any more days like today I am moving at the end of the week and leaving all of my things behind for the moving company because I am tard!