The humidity has arrived — stepping outside means fogged up sunglasses, slippery iPhones and dripping bodies. Even the glass windows in the stairway inside our hotel were fogging up.
We can’t escape the heat by going to the beach and there are no waves here — this is the front of the indoor waterpark inside the mall. We haven’t gone yet, but it’s on our list of things to do. Unfortunately we are starting the Ramadan season of daytime lockdown (starting tomorrow) where everything is closed all day and people party all night. The indoor waterpark is one of the places that closes for the entire month.
We caved and rented a car. I decided my mental health was more important than adhering to the principle of not “needing” a car. Last night we went to the mall to walk around and find a place to eat. The parking garage said there were 1400 spots available, but when almost every car parks like this, it makes it a lot harder to find a space than it should be.
I am so bummed that this photo didn’t turn out. The mannequins all had their legs covered, but tons of nippage showing through the tops. I think it’s much more important (and modest) to cover my lady bits than my knees . . .
I know going out to eat every night sounds fun . . .
It really isn’t. I spend the entire time hissing at the kids to eat like humans, rather than wild animals, and she wants to climb on the table and make a mess of all the food. Look at Josh’s tight jaw — he’s trying not to lose it as she screams and flops everywhere. She is an expert at “going boneless.”
It’s a beautiful, gigantic mall. We’ve been twice and haven’t even begun to cover it all. It’s like the Dubai Mall’s baby sister. This is the view from our seats at Fatburger (Carter was so excited), looking out at the entrance to the indoor waterpark. Sorry for the blur.
Poor sweaty girl. On the base for lunch with dad.
They have all sorts of food options: Taco Bell and other fast food places, but Carter’s favorite is going through the cafeteria line for mashed potatoes and gravy. Today he got beef stroganoff along with his mashed potatoes.
I opted for the taco bar and made a taco salad.
The other thing that has been hard about blogging lately is I now have to think about XXXXXXXXXX (redacted). I have to be careful about the things I take pictures of or the things I talk about that have to do with Josh and his work. That is a new twist for me and I’m feeling sort of inhibited by it all. I’m sure it will become more natural and I’ll get a better idea of what is off limits soon, but it’s not making things easy at the moment. And now I’m second guessing if I’m even allowed to talk about XXXXXX (redacted) . . . not like I know what Josh does at work (I’m not even allowed XXXXXXXXX (redacted) Or maybe that’s a secret too. [yes it was] Ackk! [see how difficult this is?!?]
A new friend took the boys to see a movie on base after lunch, so I was able to take Camille home to nap.
She runs hot anyway, so as soon as she hits the outside air she turns as red as a beet. Picture a blow dryer set to ‘High Heat’ blowing in your face while being drizzled with warm water — that’s pretty close to how it feels.