IRS, my friend, I sent you a letter!

Because we are living over-seas, we get a two-month automatic extension on our tax return. This is nice, because getting all the papers we need from all over the world takes time. This year I had everything I needed a whole week before our return was due. I put everything together over the weekend, and Courtney took the envelope to the post office on Monday to mail to the US. Goodness knows how long it will take before it gets there, but at least it’s post marked before the deadline, 15 June.

As every year, we’ve over-paid and will get a bit of money back, and this year, which has been so hard on us economically, it was especially pleasant to realize. Another few dollars to put a distance between us and debt.

Did you get a check from the IRS this year as well? What will you spend it on?

Full-time, full-time, full-time = full-time?

Pheuw. The past ten days or so have been something! Although it has been fun to work, it has been hard to combine my new assignments with two other time-consuming events that occur every year around this time: the university exam period and the last homestretch of schoolwork before summer break. Add to that the opening of the beach and the fact that Abraham is at a very difficult stage developmentally, and you have a recipe for – if not disaster, then at least – difficulty. To survive, we did what we had to do. We rented some all-right educational DVDs along with a couple of “carrots,” and instituted some extra hours of screen time every day. We also included a lot of play time, and Abraham was not kept from his day-time naps (something we’ve tried to avoid lately as it totally destroys our evenings). Healthy, balanced meals were replaced by “easy and quick,” and for one night and one day, mama was “off limits,” meaning I could not be disturbed unless there was an emergency. Do you think that worked? [Listen to the irony in that question.] He, he. Not a chance!

Fact: I got the job done.

Fact: It was really, really hard. Not the job itself, but the circumstances, and I fear that the quality of my work suffered because of it all. In fact, the whole thing made me wonder if it’s really possible for me to work while teaching full-time, AND being a full-time stay-at-home mom AND supporting my husband’s work AND being a person at the same time.

However, this is not a time for wondering. I need to work because we need the income, and if I need more time or effort put into it, then that simply has to take priority, one way or another. I know there must be other homeschooling families out there that deal with this kind of question already, and in between assignments, I’m trying to find inspiration, and to figure out ways to solve our problem in a more efficient way. How do you juggle all your duties? What does your day look like?

Challenge: How many words a minute can YOU translate and type with a child at your breast?

Swimming in the Med...

The boys have spent most of their "after-school" under water these past couple of weeks. I've been wanting to get a picture of everyone at the beach, but it's hard when all I see of the older boys is their snorkel tubes sticking out of the water, and when I constantly have to prevent Abraham from drowning by pulling his head out of the pool. Here are a couple I manged to snap, however, between events.

 

I got a job!

Following a call for work sent out to family, acquaintances and friends, thanks to a friend in Cairo, I started receiving some really great translating free-lance jobs last week, and have reclaimed my role as a working mother. It’s not entirely without complications of course, as this means an adjustment for everyone, however we are all happy and able to make changes to our day-to-day-life in order to improve our living conditions.

Although linguistically the jobs I get are easy, I have been spending a lot of time trying to learn how to use Trados, the program I need to do the translations with. And I mean a lot. I’m good at this kind of stuff and never had trouble working with new software before, but this one is a little different, and getting started hasn’t been as easy as it may look. One of the problems is that the user guide sucks. If we had a sufficient internet connection I would watch an on-line tutorial or something like that, or try to find an alternative instruction manual, but instead now I’m stuck trying to follow the user guide that comes with the program. I always thought of myself as a patient, calm person, but whenever I sit down and try to start my work a wave of irritation and frustration comes over me, and I imagine a giant wall standing between me and my translation job. I think I feel this way because of time pressure - with all that’s going on right now I have time to do the translation work, but I don't really have time to sit down and slowly learn an entire software. Instead I try to set everything up quickly so I can get to the work without a thorough learning session, mess up, get frustrated, search through the user guide for what I might have done wrong, start over, and mess up again. Sigh. Just writing about it makes me stressed.

The good news is though that once I’ve got the translation going, it’s easy, fairly fast and fun. And I know that eventually Trados and I will come to terms with each other. I think I might have missed working a bit. I mean working for money on things that I normally wouldn’t think about working on by myself. Because I’m almost always working, just not for money, and when I want to do something academic or professional, I choose that something entirely by myself, usually on a topic within my comfort zone. Now I get paid and I get to do new, interesting things.

Speaking of which… After a big cooked breakfast, morning exercise, two loads of laundry, a morning filled with school work (Math, English and Science), home-made pizza for lunch, a few hours on the beach with a big snorkeling excursion, showers all around, taco dinner, and a big clean-up, the boys are now sitting happy in front of Tangled, and - it’s time for me to get to work.

Our first beach day of the year

After weeks of waiting, finally this past Saturday the AUB beach was reopened. Since Saturday is our oh-so-busy day of the week, we had to wait until the second opening day to go. We did go down to sneak a peek however, between activities. All the ladders were being put out, the sun chairs, the sun roofs, and the baby pool had been repainted. The boys were so excited.

When Sunday came and we finally had found all our snorkeling sets, water shoes, and swimwear, we almost ran over and hopped into the water. It wasn’t hot like in the Red Sea, but it wasn’t really cold either. I would estimate it somewhere between 20°-24°C, or between 70°-75°F. Abraham was very cautious at first. Last year he was a great baby swimmer, but because children under six years of age are not allowed into the indoor AUB pool, Abraham hasn’t been in one since last fall. He had obviously forgotten how to swim. He waded around holding my hand, commenting on what the older boys were doing. They too were a little cautious at first, but were soon snorkeling around the more shallow part closer to the shore.

There’s no real coral like around the coast of Sinai of course, but still a lot of life around the AUB beach: different types of fish, crabs, hermit crabs, some really funky sea slugs, etc. William enjoyed picking them all up and putting them into Abraham’s bucket to show him and other curious children on the beach. Then Abraham sat on the dock with August while William and I snorkeled around the pier. It was great! (In fact, it was so great, I didn't manage to take one single picture, because amidst all the fun, I totally forgot!)

After a couple of hours we went home; satisfied, tired and very happy. It had been such a great afternoon. As we entered our house and everyone took their clothes off to hit the showers, I realized that in all our joy, I had missed something very essential: sun-block. Everybody's backs were lobster red! What a bad-mama mistake!

Won’t happen again...

Finding Nemo at the doctor's office

Today we went to get Abraham booster shots (more about that in a different post) and at the doctor’s office there was a huge aquarium in the waiting room. As soon as Abraham saw it, he ran up to it, started tapping the glass with his finger, singing “Twinkle, twinkle little star…!” in a funny voice (not his usual sweet voice). It cracked us up. Not because it’s particularly funny, but because of why he was doing it.

One of Abraham’s favorite movies is FINDING NEMO. He loves it, and has watched it more times than I can count. If you have seen it, then you’ll remember the aquarium Nemo ends up in at the dentist’s clinic in Sydney. You’ll also recall the string music from Shark playing as the mean child – the dentist’s niece - would come visit, and they would all exclaim “Darla!!” because once Darla “wouldn’t stop shaking the bag.” Perhaps you’ll also remember how she would tap the glass really hard and sing “Twinkle, twinkle little star” with a horrible, squeaky, off-key voice.

That’s what he was doing; making a reference to his favorite movie. So funny.

Cockroaches

Yesterday our concierge rang our doorbell, bringing a man in a jumpsuit carrying one of those spray bottles you hold in one hand, with a hose and a nozzle for spraying in the other. Mr. Abdullah, our concierge, speaks very – and I mean VERY - limited English, but made me understand that they were here to look down our trash chute and that it had something to do with tiny bugs. I assumed cockroaches, since this is an apparent problem throughout the building. On the kitchen balcony they started spraying poison down the chute, and then proceeded to start opening the floor drains, which are made of metal and stuck tight. I haven’t seen a lot of cockroaches around our house, only a couple, but every time I’ve opened a drain in any room there has been a cockroach, and especially in the bathrooms. I am therefore very happy that they are stuck; that is obviously where the cockroaches actually live – in the sewer and pipes. I soon realized that the pest fighter’s plan was to spray down every drain in our house. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t like cockroaches, but when the guy got ready to start a poison spray fest in my house, I had to protest. With children in the house, it is simply not safe. Now, Abdullah speaks nearly no English and this guy obviously spoke not a word of any other language than Arabic, and a local version at that, and my Arabic is very limited. Especially words like ‘poisonous,’ and ‘toddler’ did not come fast enough. Very soon though they understood that I did not want them to spray poison around our apartment. Either that or my alarming appearance scared them so much that they thought it was better to leave. In any case, they closed the drains they had opened and left. What a relief. Although now I am worried that if they did spray down all the drains in all the rest of the house, our apartment will turn into some kind of cockroach refuge.

Cleaning help in Beirut

I love Tuesday afternoons before dinner, because it’s the only time of the week that our house is decently clean. As poor as we are, we have a cleaning lady come once a week to go over all the floors and bathrooms. We pay her comparatively well, but it’s still cheap enough to be justifiable: $25/day. Before we found her, Meena – turns out she cleans all the other apartments in the building – I did the work, and it’s a good solid six-seven hour job, which is very hard to do when you homeschool and work while trying to run a household and take care of a food-throwing, active toddler. (I can’t remember when I last had time to do anything for a six hour stretch.) So even though we are trying to live a frugal life, we’ve decided that Meena is essential, and so far, we’ve managed to keep her (at this point, she really is the last monthly expense that we maintain bar food and rent). It saves me so much time and work.

She is a Jain-Hindu (look it up – it’s interesting) from Sri Lanka, has lived in Lebanon for a very long time, and has some family here. This is pretty much all I know about her, because she speaks none of the languages I master, or at least I speak non of her languages. I know though that she has a big heart, loves little blond food-throwing toddlers, and that she’s a MASTER cleaner.

Saturday morning...

As usual, Abraham and I walked the older boys to Taekwondo practice this morning, and the weather was so lovely, I couldn't resist taking a couple of pictures.

Homeschool math curriculum - Saxon Math

It took us a few years to get our math curriculum set. Because we never had much money, buying a set curriculum was out of the question when we started homeschooling, but we figured at least the first couple of years, we should be able to manage without one. At first we just taught the boys basic arithmetic such as adding, subtracting, missing addends, etc., as well as all the basic stuff; telling time, naming shapes, turning basic word problems into mathematical problems, measuring height, weight, etc. When they got to where they could do all that, we helped them memorize the timetables, and after that, we started on the more interesting problems, like division, or calculating the area of a triangle or a circle. To make sure we had everything covered, we would get cheaper general grade math books, find sites online (often state education websites) with lists of things that children should know at a certain grade, and then create worksheets accordingly. Although fun and rewarding, this was a lot of work, especially the higher the grade.

Then two summers ago I found a Saxon Math book for fourth grade at the used bookstore in Ft. Wayne, and bought it (because I had heard that Saxon Math was supposed to be good), if nothing else for a reference. This year August has been using it, and we are SOLD. He only has a couple of lessons left, and I have to say we all love it. It is very thorough, which I think is important for math, repetitive, which means nothing will go unnoticed, and the number of lessons is a comfortable 120 lessons, which we easily can cover in one academic year. The only problem is we only have the Student Edition, which is sufficient for August’s learning, but means that – without an answer key – Courtney or myself (mostly I) have to go through August’s work after each lesson and calculate all the problems ourselves to correct it. Now THAT is work, because honestly, fourth grade math is a long time away, and it’s not as easy as first or second grade math. You really have to do the problem. Now with Courtney’s new job we did get some funds for homeschooling and if we were in the US, I would have ordered the entire homeschool kit ages ago, however ordering things to Beirut is difficult and expensive at best, and we just can’t get the material.

After this summer things will be easier because we can order everything we need to Sweden – the fifth grade kit for August, as well as the fourth grade worksheets and answer keys for William, and the fourth and fifth grade assessment kits for both boys. I can’t wait! In the meantime, I’m stuck here calculating the area of a rectangle, and reading about how many pounds of oranges Miguel bought and what they cost. Sigh.

OK, so I went a little crazy…

...and bought 16 packs of bacon at the grocery yesterday. 

For those of you who live in the western world, this might not seem so remarkable, but you have to understand: we’re in the Middle East, and bacon is difficult to get and/or very expensive. TSC, a larger grocery store some blocks from our house, carries – among everything else - alcoholic beverages and some pork products (although no fresh pork – you have to go to City Stars for that). The grocery store a few meters from our house – Idriss – does not have anything like that. So whenever we want beer, wine, gin, ham, hot dogs or bacon, we trudge up the hill with our backpacks and shop at TSC. The alcohol is not very expensive, and there’s usually a special on some kind of ham so that it doesn’t add up to much, but the hot dogs and the bacon are imported (almost $1/slice or hot dog), and hence not something we can buy very often. I can probably count the number of packs of bacon that I have bought since we moved here on one hand.

But we like bacon. So imagine my delight yesterday when I entered TSC and they had a heap of bacon packs at 90% off, because they were about to expire. I said I’d take five. Then I thought, “1000 Lebanese pounds per pack? That’s like $0.75! Goodness. I guess I *could* buy few more.” So I asked for another bunch and ended up with 16 packs.

When I came home, after the initial family joy had settled, I was scolded for not having bought ALL of the bacon packs (there were about as many left as I had got), and today other parts of our family want to go and see if we can get the rest.

Baconfest!

Towards the end of the semester...

The end of the semester is – although still some weeks away - within sight, and the boys are finishing up their regular schoolwork to focus on their end-of-the-year projects: three writing assignments (one fictional story, one argumentative comparison, and one biography), two larger history and geography projects (one on World War Two and one on The Middle East), one smaller (on 9/11 and terrorism), and two science projects (one on light and one on sound, and whatever these subjects encompass, e.g. photography or musical instruments). I find the middle of the spring semester is always a bit slow and difficult, but around this time – about five weeks to go - the boys seem to become more energetic, perhaps because they can see the light at the end of the tunnel, and usually manage to pull through well. I pray this last month will be productive and fun.

I have yet to start giving the boys formal grades, but at the end of the semester we will have a graduation ceremony where the best essays and projects will receive awards, and the boys accept their diplomas. I predict that incidentally, all three boys will receive the same amount of awards, and that their special efforts will be reflected and celebrated.

(I also predict that the teacher will receive a special treat, and that her efforts will be officially recognized over dinner in a restaurant of her choice.)

How do our stomachs do in the Middle East?

Yesterday I woke up to the violent sounds of bursting, spraying, gassy diarrhea coming from the boy’s bathroom. The first thought that went through my head was “Whoever it is, I hope he made it and is sitting on the toilet.” Turns out it was August, and he didn’t just have diarrhea, but was also throwing up. He spent pretty much the entire morning on the toilet, and then he came out, got cleaned up, and ate a Lebanese pizza, an apple, and had a soda. After lunch he played with the other boys, and read on the couch, and was… well, fine; back in business.

Over the years that we have lived in the Middle East we have come to accept and even expect that these kinds of episodes are a regular part of life - a nuisance, but nonetheless a recurring feature. Why do we get sick once in a while like this? As with anything, we’ve done extensive research, and the first times it happened, we had it checked out. The thing is though that it could be so many things, and although we do always take extra caution, it’s unavoidable. Unless it’s an epidemic or something that hits the entire family, it doesn’t much matter. It will usually just pass, and as long as we keep hydrated, it will not cause any serious harm. We therefore no longer freak out when it happens. Should someone not get better after a day or two, or even get worse – like when Courtney got Typhoid Fever in Cairo – then we will start to take action, however a night on the toilet or a morning puking here and there are… normal here. Mafiish Mushkela.

AUB Choir and Choral Society Spring concert 2011

AUB Choir and Choral Society Spring concert 2011

The choir concert yesterday went well.

We’ve practiced so hard this past week, so when Monday evening finally came around, I was tired – tired of having “Gloria in Excelsis Deo!” stuck in my head all day and night, and tired of quick dinners, leaving the kids and then off to campus every other evening. I love singing, and in a way I enjoyed this intense week of music, but it was also strenuous. Instead of being very nervous, I therefore had almost a sense of relief before the concert.

So yesterday wee had dinner early, then I went over to warm up, and when I got back home we all got dressed and went to a friend’s house where August and Abraham were going to stay. Because Abraham is what he is right now – a lively, happy two-year old – we decided it was best if he sat this one out, and to make him feel more comfortable staying at someone’s house for a whole evening, August stayed with him. Courtney and William came with me and watched the concert.

We’ve probably done better when it comes to certain parts of the Haydn (it seems the orchestra went quiet for a moment in the middle there), and I’ve never stumbled over the words in my solo until the concert, but it was barely noticeable, and Courtney, who’s usually my most harsh critic, said he didn’t notice it at all. I guess singing in Finnish has its advantages: nobody – or at least nobody in the AUB audience – can understand what you’re saying or tell if you’re getting the lyrics right or not. So Assembly Hall was packed, and we got standing ovations.

Of course, Courtney forgot the camera and/or the film camera so we have no documentation, however I’m sure some will show up soon in one way or another, and then I’ll try to post it.

Wednesday we practice on the beach, and Friday we sing the Tormis once more – on the beach - during an AUB arts performance, and then… there’ll be no more music class or choir rehearsal for me until the fall. It’s a welcome break coming up, however I know I’ll miss it in a few weeks.