There is a fine line between sanity and insanity.
There is a fine line between sanity and insanity, and that line is a time zone confused baby.
Every single night in Israel we were up around 3:30 am with an one year old that did not want to sleep. Not even close. She wanted to play. To play running around on her newly found two legs. To play climbing up 3 flights of stairs. To play by keeping her REALLY sleepy mom awake. So every morning at around 5:30 am, this very sleepy mom would wake up a very sleepy dad to take over. Did I mention that it was EVERY SINGLE NIGHT?
|Wakey wakey Shiloh! Payback, mwa haha!|
There is a fine line between sanity and insanity, and that line is urine stenched streets.
At the mentioned location in the last post… it was in an extremely rough part of town. We took Shiloh. I don’t know what we were thinking. The alley way smelled of urine. It was about 10 minutes before one of us volunteered to return with our offspring. No place for a toddler.
|On our way…. to the urine stenched streets.|
There is a fine line between sanity and insanity, and that line is my husband meeting a pro-surfer.
Brandon (while up with Shiloh at 6am) met a pro-surfer who was staying at the same hostel as us. Its all I heard about for the next TWO days. Really. It was. Then in the middle of an intense Dutch-Blitz game, he threw down his cards, and yelled, “There’s Tom!” and ran off to talk to him. Then ran back and yelled at me, “Kir, hurry! Go and get the camera!” Geez. You would have thought he was a 5 year old meeting Mickey Mouse or something!
|Tom Curren, Brandon, Rabbi Barni|
There is a fine line between sanity and insanity, and that line is trying to find a public bathroom in Jerusalem.
Oh they have signs, yes. But they don’t actually lead to any bathrooms. Then forget going into a restaurant, or a coffee shop. They’ll take one look at you and say, “Its broken.” I still have my doubts…. I just don’t think they wanted me peeing in their facilities… A clever scene from the movie Big Daddy was running through my mind. What did I end up doing? Thank God for McDonalds!
There is a fine line between sanity and insanity, and that line is trans-pacific flights with an already traveled-out 1 year old.
On our flight from LA to Tokyo, Shiloh did not want to sleep. At all. Well, I take that back, she might have napped at the beginning…. but that was when we weren’t tired… so we showed up in the morning in Tokyo we were in desperate need of SLEEP. Thank you to the quiet airport. And ear plugs. And eye masks.
|This was the exception, not the norm…|
There is a fine line between sanity and insanity, and that line is a pacifier.
As most parents know, you can never have too many paci’s on hand. Well, we had ONE. And if it was lost, temporarily or at times, feared gone forever, we morphed into two SUPER PANICKED PARENTS.
There is a fine line between sanity and insanity, and that line is Beijing’s rush hour.
Never, I repeat, NEVER attempt to catch a taxi in rush hour in an Asian country’s capital city. It is impossible. Even if you try hailing one down and begin to throw your luggage AND baby into it… they still won’t take you anywhere. Don’t ask how I know that….
There is a fine line between sanity and insanity, and that line is the Great Wall on a Saturday.
Way too many people in one place. And all who are more excited to see our child than the historical GREAT WALL! Seriously? Our screaming child is more interesting. This was my “breaking point”. A screaming baby, on a hot day, hiking up the Great Wall, and everyone crowding around to touch her, photograph her, video her, and then try to give me advice (in Chinese, mind you) about why she might be crying. If I knew Chinese I would have said, “Its because you are all hovering over her!”
|How is this more interesting than the Great Wall?|
There is a fine line between sanity and insanity, and that line is _______________ ? What is yours?