Sunday

Yesterday, I spent the entire afternoon writing our trip itinerary. This is the very first time we have ever been so precise with our trip planning. It feels strange. I don’t like to travel like this, to know which train to take, to know precisely how much the admission fees will be and where we’ll eat dinner. But four kids and only four days to see three cities requires organization and foresight. After all the work I have been doing to prepare for the trip combined with the housework and homework work I have put in during the last two…

Saturday

I cannot sleep past 5 am anymore.Even if I go to sleep at 4 am, I am up and at ’em by five.It is necessary, in such a small house full of feisty people (let’s make it sound more charming than it is, shall we?) to have a little bit of quiet before the day gets off the ground. During my regular working days, of course, I wake up early in order to study or write, but that has been suspended with the long stretch of holiday days. Instead, I get up, turn off the air conditioners, drink two glasses…

Thursday

I am now a mother of a sixteen year-old.Such a very strange thing, sixteen years.I have moved ten times since he was born. We have been joyful and broke and silly and miserable and creative and frustrated and heartbroken and hopeful. Thousands of mistakes were made and I have plenty of regrets to bear. It is perhaps just the nature of the first child to be scarred by the unintentional missteps of his parents.I was only 23 when he was born. I thought I was so ancient then.I knew nothing. The only thing I know now is how utterly ignorant…