7 things I say

You know those parenting moments when you stop and think, "Did I just say that?!" I'm not talking about the times you sound like your own parent or a crotchety neighbor. I'm talking about instances such as having to instruct your son not to use his butt crack as a pocket. (Yeah...) Living in Kenya, I say things that I never previously imagined were things that could be said. They begin to be routine, but every now and then I hear these phrases coming out of my mouth and realize how foreign my current normal is to my past self.


In Texas I say...

Could you stop by HEB and grab some Blue Bell on your way home?

In Kenya I say...

Could you stop by the chemist and grab some dewormer on your way home?

In Texas I say...

Maybe we should do laundry sometime.

In Kenya I say...

I need 80 liters of water today so I can wash the boys' school uniforms. 

In Texas I say...

We don't use that very often, so I keep it in the hall closet.

In Kenya I say...

We don't use that very often, so I keep it in the cupboard in a paper sack to keep the gecko poop off.

In Texas I say...

We can get it at Target.

In Kenya I say...

We'll look for it, but you know we can't always find what we want. 

In Texas I say...

Flush the toilet every time.

In Kenya I say...

There's no water, only flush for #2.

In Texas I say...

How can this floor be so dirty? I just vacuumed a few days ago!

In Kenya I say...

How can this floor be so dirty? I just swept this morning! 

In Texas I say...

Let's go to the mall. They have a/c.

In Kenya I say...

Let's go to the mall. They have a/c. 

Ok, some things are familiar after all.