I am so tired. My eyes keep drooping as I type. I’m probably going to be a little incoherent.
I should probably go to bed, but I have a bad habit of usually not doing what I’m supposed to be doing, so I’m going to ignore my better judgement.
And I’m waiting for someone to do something for one of my classes that I’m now woefully behind in.
After a very long day of traveling and a couple moments where I thought I was going to die, I’m finally home.
I meant to blog more to keep you, my Darling Creepers, appraised of my whereabouts and goingson, but I was always super tired when the evening rolled around, and because I journal a freakish amount, I really didn’t feel like writing things twice.
Even though there’s no way the things that go in my journal would go on here.
(Twin and Kaitlyn, you can still read it.)
So, the basics of my journey:
I spent the very first day traveling.
I spent the first two days actually there doing assessments on about 90 kids and immunizations on some of those 90 and getting barfed on.
I spent the next two days scraping paint off metal cribs and re-painting them and getting barfed on again.
I spent the last two days exploring, haggling, eating, napping, playing, cuddling, and getting peed on.
And I spent today playing, cuddling, sleeping, getting barfed on, flying, and coming home.
I told Twin when she asked that this was probably the best trip I’ve ever been on. It was, without a doubt, the most life-changing.
It answered a lot of questions, challenged me, confronted me with some stuff, and forced me to look at things in a new way.
I didn’t expect to fall in love when I went.
In fact, I actively fortified myself against it.
Knowing my heart the way I do, I told myself time and time again that I couldn’t afford to love someone I was never going to see again, I couldn’t take any babies home with me, and there was no way I was going to be able to love them all so it’d be best to not pick favorites.
But those kids won’t let you be a passive observer. They demand everything you have to give plus some. They are loud and playful and wiggly, and they will squirm their way right into your unsuspecting heart.
There was one kid in particular that owns a piece of my heart.
And he earned it by barfing on me. Often.
The first time we met, I was holding him to do an assessment on him, and he leaned over to mess with the pocket on my shirt and hurled straight into it.
I was digging chunks out of that for a while.
And my first thought was, “Tiny dude, we can be friends.”
The second time, he got smarter and pulled my shirt out with his tiny fist and threw up down the inside of it.
I was so close to following his example.
The third time we met, he threw up on my shoulder like a normal kid.
Mostly he was upset cause I was making him go to sleep
The fourth time, he decided to change things up and urinate on me.
And the fifth time, because he knew that we were super tight by then, he threw up right in my face.
And then he fell asleep on me, so I forgave him very quickly.
This trip was definitely something. I’m going to post some pictures and video later.
For now, I need sleep. Desperately.