Living in Haiti with 18 children means…

Sometimes waking up every three hours to feed my infant twins

Killing spiders the size of my palm

Eating ants with every meal

Doing laundry by hand and missing the scent of tide

Falling asleep to the sound of singing and preaching at the church nearby

Waking up to the sound of dogs fighting over dirty diapers and garbage in the pile right outside my window

Sharing a bathroom with little boys (who pee on the seat regularly)

Showering in cold water

Learning Creole because I want to understand what my students are saying when they’re being sassy

Going to sleep at 8p.m. and waking up at 5a.m.

Getting weird ailments that 

Eating chicken bones

Being cold when it’s 70 degrees outside

Waking up to step in a puddle of pee from one of the many kids who pee the bed at night then cleaning them so they can go back to sleep in dry jammies

Being walked in on by a child while I’m showering 40% of the time

Finding pee in the bucket in my room that I use to give the babies a bath (a three year old ratted out her 2 year old friend as the culprit. Thanks for the tip Dianna!)

Sleeping in a twin bed with a three year old after I have taken her back to bed after the 3^rd time

Fitting 24 people into a 8 passenger van

Learning to be less judgmental about a new culture

Playing every day and never running out of playmates (I often forget to play when I’m in the states)

Appreciating a cup of ice water like never before

Teaching and learning more in one day than I did in one week when I was home

Loving and being loved

Needing to rely on something bigger than myself to sort out many of the things I see here

Learning how unnecessary “stuff” is in life

Learning how to be appreciative of what I have and putting things into perspective

Being stressed and exhausted more then I have in my life but realizing that with God, all things are possible

And loving (almost!) every second of it!!