Six years ago, my family of 6 moved to Panama City, Panama, for a three-year work assignment. Follow us as we navigate truly living in a third culture environment- never knowing when the call to move will come again.
Day 11. Take 3.
It's clearly been one of those days.
Today, I got to dry off the dog, and myself, after two walks. I got to wash entirely too much makeup off of the Bits. And, I got to put out the paper towel roll that was on fire. It's only 5:45. Makes me afraid to see what the rest of the night will bring...