"a portrait of my children in black and white, once a week, every week, in 2015."
Stella: Ended the week vomiting her guts out.
Hugo: Started the week vomiting his guts out.
Do you detect a theme? My week in a nutshell. But added to the vombom, our ongoing apartment situation continues to be, uhhhhhh, ongoing. With ramadan coming up, I don't see an end to our transitional living for quite some time. But that's just the way it is.
And to be honest, the first few days of this mess were fraught; my stomach was in knots, and my temper wound like a spring. But time stretched out the wrinkles and unbranched the knots. All our stuff is in storage. We have no real idea when we'll get back into our home. And if, after all this, our woes will be solved. For the moment we are just here. But, the kids don't ask for their toys too much. I'm enjoying the excuse to avoid cooking dinner. And things are generally, just kinda, well, normal.