So we've reached the point of this adoption that others have termed “Groundhog Day.” I get up and get dressed into one of the three outfits that I have left here (one pair of pants is mysteriously missing). I go to the orphanage at the same time with the same driver. Although, I do have to say that the music has improved. Rustic, our driver, asked Robert the first day what type of music he likes. He replied that he likes country. The next day Rustic had an CD called “100 Favorite Country Folk Songs” in the CD player. We listened to She'll Be Coming Round the Mountain on our drive to the orphanage that morning... including the verse “we will kill the old red rooster when she comes”... at top volume. He seriously tries hard. But, before long, Folk songs gave way to Tim McGraw... and when Robert left I was given control of the radio.
I go to the same room with the same toys with the boys in the same clothes. They wear the same clothes for days. And the raisin that got mushed into the shirt sleeve three days ago... is still there three days later. And, when we traced their hands two days ago and got a little pen on their hands... that's still there, too. I really wish I had a sink I could wash them up in. I would love to introduce toothbrushes and normal cleanliness. Today I'm planning to go shopping and buy some baby wipes. It is just creeping me out that they never wash their hands.
Although, I have to say that it doesn't even come close to how creeped out I was by the big fat RAT that ran by us yesterday during my visit. If you know me, you know how scared I am of itty bitty mice.. I seriously wanted to bust the boys out at that moment when I saw the rat. I seriously don't get all the contradictions that I see. Why is it that they have school books, when they are only barely fed and aren't made to wash their hands or brush their teeth? The staff seems nice... and seem to genuinely care for the boys and all the kids. Is it just the difference between a Mommy and staff? I don't know. But, I do know that in a few weeks they won't know what has hit them with all the soap, water, and food I'm going to introduce them to.
hahaha...my boy was always spotless on visits and I think it must have pained them to keep him so clean. he speaks of only having few baths (sounds like 1x month) with caregivers wearing gloves so 'their hands don't get stinky'. But he was shiny and clean for visits! And with his jaw issues every little thing sticks around his mouth it seems and I'm forever trying to keep his face clean. He comes home from school daily with milk crusted around mouth and I think 'eck, how can the teacher stand to look at that!' If I saw a rat I possibly would have screamed.
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