Have you ever heard me talk about “Africa time”? (It applied in Eastern Europe, too, when I was there.) Anyway, it's the Hakuna Matata lifestyle compared to the Type A, caffeine patch screaming woman lifestyle. :) Here's a daily schedule for us (and ps – this has been typical of my independent adoptions, but not so much with the agency ones, although I still had way more “free” time than I do at home.)

7 AM: Wake up, eat bread with butter and/or Nutella and some granola bars. Think about getting dressed.
8 AM: Watch a movie on the laptop
10 AM: Play a game together, or read, or do some of the “homework” I brought with me.
12 PM: Wonder if anyone is going to call today – refrain from calling myself, since they know where I am, why I'm here and how to get a hold of me if they need me. Think about maybe eating. Alina usually does, I usually don't.
1 PM to 2 PM: Get a phone call and get to go somewhere – three orphanages and a hospital so far!
3 PM: (At the latest) Finish our visit – that's it – done with adoption “business” for the day. Sometimes we're done in 15 minutes. Maybe go to the Internet cafe and hope it stays connected long enough, and goes quickly enough that I can post on my blog and send the family some emails I compose at night in the hotel room, or go to the grocery store for more apple soda. Mmmm.
4:30 PM: Back to the hotel – more reading, writing and/or a movie.
6 PM: Eat something – more granola bars, yogurt, bread, beef jerky, etc. Total food expenses so far, for the entire trip: $7.
7:30 PM: Alina goes to bed out of sheer boredom. She swears she really wants to.
11:30 PM to 1 AM: I finally get tired enough to go to sleep too. Shut off computer, read the word of God, say prayers and go to bed, only to start all over the next day. Thursday I wrote for about 5 ˝ hours and have typed over 10,000 words. (I finally have time here, which is why I have incredible amounts of detail about our adoption trips and very little detail about life at home!)

Not having enough spare time was only a “problem” in Ethiopia, where we filled our days with volunteering at the orphanage we were adopting from – maybe we'll go back and feed babies, hold babies, rock babies . . .