Sometimes you have days like this:
You start losing the 3 week battle with the tiny ants and are mostly just glad they’re not crawling on your skin at the moment, so you let them have at the puddle of sweet tea on the counter. This also means you’ve spent considerable time hiding food on top of the lamp and any other strange place the ants might not yet have considered.
You can’t believe you just said, “She pasti tahus” which should be either “Dia pasti tahu” or “She definitely knows,” but you just slaughtered both languages simultaneously.
You were about to boil eggs for Finns dinner and you noticed they were floating. Upon picking them up, you notice they do not feel normal and upon shaking most definitely have dead baby chicks inside. Then you have to store them in your fridge until tomorrow to prove to the door-to-door seller that you want a refund since they are expensive wild chicken eggs, which you only started buying because they were a better choice than always feeing compelled to buy fried snacks since you are a sucker and can’t say no to buying stuff.
You had 6 ladies show up at dinner time to look through garage sale items that were not going to be sold until 2 weeks from now and you end up having like everything taken out of your cabinets, strewn about and bartered for. You also have to barter using numbers…you hate numbers and you also hate bartering. Your kid is also crying because his house is loud and noisy and he has a fever from his vaccines. One of the ladies kindly feeds him his dinner. But the nod of approval does not come until you nurse him at the table while adding up their items and finalizing the deal. Then you have to make sure the stuff doesn’t get taken home right then because you’d like to be able to eat and cook until you leave in two weeks. (It was the epitomy of a new cultural experience to say the least…my language was pushed way out of it’s comfort zone. But I’d never trade my neighbors–I love them dearly! They are so patient to say the least.)
As of right now you have also almost finished an entire bag of chocolate puff snack cereal that you bought from a kid selling stuff for his school because you feel bad saying no (as usual) and you had already eaten all the snacks in the house. The sugar low is terrible but you can’t help it because you just bargained for an hour with 6 ladies in your house and you’re stressed you’re going to make the other neighbors mad because they didn’t get first dibs and all of your stuff was already sold before the garage sale.
Yes. That was today.