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Moving Part II

I’d dreaded telling the boys that we were moving to Abu Dhabi.  I was prepared for anything–screams, shouts, tears, adamant refusal. We’d rehearsed our speech, Husband and I, tried to anticipate all the questions and eventualities, but in fact we needed almost none of our talking points.  The only moment of upset happened when Caleb thought our spring break trip would be our permanent move and that he’d have to …

Re-Entry

The raw November weather is upon us; I’m thinking about fluffy socks and even fluffier pajamas but instead have been shlepping around the city doing errands.  Does anyone else wonder how many people end up in the NYC emergency rooms on rainy days with bleeding eyeballs from those damn golf umbrellas people carry around? There oughta be a law–it’s not a golf course, people, it’s a really crowded city sidewalk. …

Leaving On a Jet Plane…

For the last year or so, Husband has been deeply involved in the planning of NYU Abu Dhabi. He’s been there seven times on his own, while I hold down the fort here. It may come as a big surprise but being here alone with the boys was not the most fun I’ve ever had. And okay yes, I’ll admit to being just a teensy-eensy bit bitter about the fact …